My brother screamed at me to come out of the house. I got my coat and boots on, and open the doors. I waddled off the porch, and saw my bro carrying a fox frozen In a chunk of ice he drilled out. I just stared, not saying anything.

"Herman." I say.
"Who the heck is Herman?!" My bro asks.
"The fox. His name is Herman. Put him into the walk-in fridge OK?" I said.