Sonia Gable Meets Basil Brush
Tum tee tum, tee tum, tee tum, tee tum.
Oy, what are you doing in my back garden?
Oy? Don’t you mean oy gevalt?
Never mind your anti-Semitic remarks, this is private property; we don’t want you mangy brown vermin here. Clear off!
You accusing me of racism? That’s rich. I’m just an honest brown fox trying to make a living. (Or kill a chicken - ha, ha, ha).
I said this is private property.
They’ll be no private property come the revolution. Got anything to eat, missus?
I told you, this is private property.
Your neighbours feed me. They’re always putting out scraps, but they’re on holiday at the moment.
I told you, this is private property.
Is that all you can do, parrot: “This is private property”, blah, blah, blah?
I don’t have to explain myself to a fox. Sling your hook.
That’s no way to talk to a foreigner. You’re a xenophobe.
I said...
I’m claiming asylum, and I deplore this foxnic persecution.
If you don’t leave at once, I’ll call my husband, and you’ll get the same treatment as those rats
we had three years ago.
Oh I see, now I’m being threatened with foxtermination.
Got it in one.
So it’s the gas chamber for me, is it?
No, there are far more effective ways to exterminate the likes of you.
Of course there are, and gas chambers don’t work. Ask Arthur Butz. Boom, boom!
You wicked Nazi!
You’re the Nazi, Missus, mistreating a poor immigrant with ethnic slurs. I’ve got
a right to be here, so have my wife and cubs, and my cousins, and the rest of my
kin. We’re going to invade your garden and take it over, and if you object, I’ll take you to
the Fox Relations Board for foxism. Now be a good girl and fetch me a chicken.
I don’t see why I should find my own food when I can eat yours.
Gerry, there’s a fox in the garden, a horrible big brown one, and I can’t get rid of it. It says it’s claiming asylum.
Those filthy brown scum, they think they can do whatever they want. I’ll fix it. This is my garden, and none of those unwanted vermin are going to take it over.
Quite right, Britain for the humans, that’s what I say.
Of course, I’ve got nothing against immigrants, but I don’t want them here, and I certainly don’t want them sniffing round my dog.
Quite right, Gerry.
Sauce for the goose, but not for the goyim, eh boys and girls?
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