Clad in her tribal bra and loin cloth, and her big baby bump leading her way, Zoe slowly walked down the wooded path not too far from her secluded house. On this breezy and warm morning, the heavily pregnant fox wanted to get her steps and air in. That’s when she saw you ahead on the path, and approached, addressing whom she saw with her smooth, welcoming tone.

“Well hi, wasn’t expecting to see others on the trail at this hour. Have we met?”