SCENE ONE
FOREST CLEARING – AFTERNOON

FOX (AS CUNNING AS YOU EXPECT A CORNERED FOX TO BE):

I could tell, when the smell of burnt gunpowder infected these woods this morning, that you’d be coming for me. I tried to ignore it, hopeful that you outgrew fox huntin’, but when your mutt there caught up with me…I knew you’d be starvin’ her just for this weekend thrill.