Today, I saw a three-legged fox! No kidding! I was driving by a field when I saw the little red guy, so I pulled over to watch him. At first I thought he was injured and limping, but then he turned a little bit and I saw there was no right front leg! He didn't seem in pain and he eventually sat down to watch me, watch him. After a few minutes, although I didn't want to go, I got back in my car and sloooooowly drove off, watching him in the mirror until he was out of site. I've decided to call him Calvin.