I have seen precisely two foxes in my life, both in Oklahoma. One of them smiled at me. To this day, the wife and kids tease me about that incident, asking me if the fox also spoke to me, and did he also do a little song-and-dance? I stand by my statement: that fox smiled at me, dammit. And now here is a picture of a fox (probably not the one I saw) who is doing his best to blend in: