wee the fox hat

Later on, Amos borrowed my new cap as we couldn't find his sunhat and Nicky's cap didn't adjust small enough. Later, he discarded my cap somewhere down the other end of the plot. Later still, the wee fox we saw last week came for a scuttle through, pausing at the far end to see if we looked like more of a threat than the dog in the plot to the south. More laterer, the strange smell whose source I was trying to find turned out to be coming from my cap, which was perhaps wet for a different reason than the originally-suspected because Amos had dropped it in the hand washing tub.