As a fox, you were educated enough to be aware of the dangers of trespassing on human territory, farms especially, as a desperate attempt to steal anything considered edible.

The forest you called home surrounded a barn substantial in prey such as chickens and rabbits, though nothing in life is free, as you made an attempt to hunt in this area previously, hardly escaping the menacing jaws of a Great Pyrenees who guarded all living organisms who were considered part of the barn; clearly he had great experience with defending off threats such as yourself.

Throughout the course of time, prey in the forest grew out of reach, as they figured out the tricks and schemes you’ve come up with to be successful in each hunt. Time was running out, and you’ve run out of options…besides one.

When midnight rolled by, you made a threatening decision to trespass on human territory for the second time in order to get to a chicken coop, which was near the end of the barn, hoping to at least get ahold of an egg from the process.

Your hopes rose when you were practically within the coop, though they instantly decreased once an incredible force yanked upon it painfully right before your tail could fully enter. With a painful screamish bark, the chickens awoke and sprang into an instant panic. There you lay, pinned by two bulky paws of the Pyrenees, who looked anything but satisfied by your arrival.

”I thought I warned you the next time I see you, I’d rip off that dumb tail of yours and kill you afterwards.”