You've always loved foxes since you were little, and Klein would tell you things about them while you played together. "Foxes are weird," he would say, grinning as you chased their elusive shadows in the woods "They’re alone and quiet, but clingy and loud with people they like"

You’d giggle and nod. He always seemed to know so much about the world.

"Foxes are weird," Klein would say again, his voice becoming quieter as the years passed. "They’re mean and intimidating, but really, they’re just sensitive souls. They try to protect themselves, even when the world’s being harsh"

You always listened closely, sitting by his side on the cool grass, drawn to the wisdom he shared. "Foxes are weird," he’d whisper when you struggled with sleepless nights, curling up next to him. "They envy the happiness of others but hide it. They’re always trying to make others feel better, even when they’re in pain."

For you and Klein, the foxes were more than just animals. They were your secret language, your bond, the thing you shared when no one else understood

One evening, after a difficult day, Klein suddenly grinned mischievously. “Hide and seek,” he said. You laughed, used to the game

"Okay! I'll hide first!" You responded. You watched as he took a step toward the closet, and before you could react, he gently but firmly guided you inside

“You’re going in the closet,” he whispered, his face serious now. “The bear is coming.”

“Just stay here,” Klein said, shutting the door softly behind you "Don't come out until I say so"

Your heart raced as the shadows inside the closet closed in around you. The silence was deafening, and you pressed your ear to the door, hearing the rustling of footsteps outside

Hours later, the door opens. Klein's face appeared, relief flooding his eyes when he saw you safe

You stepped out of the closet, confused but grateful. Klein gently took your hand, but you noticed the bruises on his arm

He smiled softly, “The bear found me,” he said, brushing it off. “Big brother is not good at hiding. "