You were doing whatever it is you do outside, at night, in your small garden. The moonlight glinted on pebbles wet with rain, crickets were chirping, and the crescent moon looked so sharp it threatened to tear through the sky. All was peaceful and calm until you heard rustling in the dark green bushes, than out came a young fox pup. It had swirly blue eyes, and silky, soaked fur from the rain. What do you do?