From across the park the raccoon appeared to be yawning or maybe just stretching his jaw as wide open as he could while waving his short arms in comically exaggerated gestures. From time to time the raccoon would add to this display - a little jump or maybe a spin. The fox watched all of this from afar, maybe grimacing here and there but remaining otherwise as silent and still as a stone.
After a short while, the raccoon stopped what he had been doing and stared at the fox, blinking slowly, his eyes fixed on the fox's face. The fox, for her part, made pretend that she didn't notice the raccoon. After another short while the fox turned to look at the raccoon and screwed up her face into a menacing scowl. The raccoon, not sure what to do, scowled back. The fox then narrowed her eyes and glared daggers at the raccoon, who immediately sank into his own coat and tried to become invisible.
The fox continued glaring at the raccoon until, feeling somewhat awkward at the raccoon's invisibility, made an effort to smile, though it was rather ingenuine and wolfish. After some few minutes, the raccoon gathered himself up and went back to waving his short arms about.
The fox harrumphed and then looked away, resolving not to notice the raccoon again.
