Samuel Leeman-Munk

I am a Red Fox

This is an excerpt from a collection of essays by a good friend of mine who is a red fox. Imagine that you come home from work to find a letter stuck to your door with a knife - This is my house now. The Vixen’s scent outside my den meant as much. Some of you might not think it so bad to be followed by a female of your own species, but you should probably read the first line again. The Vixen stood a head taller than me and liked fighting a lot more than I did. Every change of season she got tired of my old territory and came to take my new one.