It’s June 1944, and you live in a house somewhere in Central France. You’re minding your own business when you hear the snapping of branches and grunting from your backyard. When you go outside you see an anthropomorphic fox wearing a U.S. paratrooper uniform. You see he is snagged on some tree branches and tries cutting it loose until he sees you. He gets startled and drops his knife in front of you. “Uh…hey! C-could you get that for me?”