... and my fur isn't red enough ... and my nose is crooked ...

This weekend Michelle and I made a quick stop at Ikea (well, quick for Ikea). While searching through the kid section for something cute for my soon-to-be nephew Cash, we ran across this little burst of sunshine.

I've never seen a depressed fox before. Is the Swedish depression rate sky high or something? Definitely not the type of stuffed animal I'd want to give little Cash. "Welcome to the world, kid. Good luck. You're gonna need it."