So Miguel and I ran up the street to look for him. But we looked and looked and couldn't find him anywhere. Sadly, we went back to Miguel's house, very worried about little Zorrito. When we got there, Miguel's mom was standing at the door and she called out, "I FOUND ZORRO!!!" We took off running to the door and she brought out a muddy, sopping wet fox.
Miguel, Brian, Ivan (Miguel's older brother), and I all gathered around the poor little fox and squeezed the water out of him. Then Miguel's mom tried to wash him in the sink, but it didn't work. Finally I took him home to give him a bath in the washing machine.
On Saturday, I was riding in the car with Zorro when my car slid all the way down the lane and crashed into another car. Zorro went flying through the car and slammed into the floor. Fortunately he wasn't hurt, just a little scared.
Then Miguel and I took him snowboarding on Sunday, thinking that would make him feel better after his awful weekend. Except the snow all stuck to his fur and he froze hard as a rock. We had to thaw him with the heaters in the car on the way back. At least he's a forgiving fox.
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