A fox briskly trots down an empty road, looking to all the world like it knows precisely where it's going.
Well clearly the answer to that is to roll around on his feet! Adorably! Ha! Take that, feared trickster, this little fox has reduced you to impotent giggling! She has gained victory this day!
She yips at him and hops to her feet and resumes zooming around her bedroom. Wheeee!
Eventually, she tires herself out, and plods over next to him to sit down. She gives a satisfied, happy little whumpf.
Oh, gosh! She hasn't been pet before.
...
She turns out to like it. She turns out to like it a lot. He can keep doing that. That's pretty great.
She makes a happy contented little extended chirping sound and snuggles his hand.
Eeeee.
... Something occurs to her. Her ears perk up and she gently extracts herself to go over to her letters.
Brush? she requests, looking up at him.
"Hm!"
He thinks for a moment, and then pulls a brush out of thin air that seems suitable for brushing foxes.
Aaaa this is so nice she's so happy. She's warm and well fed and safe and clean and able to communicate with someone and her personhood is actually respected and she's being brushed and and and.
Does he want to be snuggled? Because she kind of wants to snuggle him.
Then he shall be snuggled! She's still slightly damp but she is so soft and so clearly happy to be here!
Haaappy chiiirpiiing noiiiises!!
She is the happiest fox. Ever. In all of time.
Yes, these are also true.
She's just going to curl up in his lap and nap on him. Okay? Okay.