Beware the bored fox

Bait had once wondered if he should take his family’s warning seriously when they quit calling him Sly and switched it to Bait. The truth was that even if he did bait disaster a time or two it really was necessary. The young red fox got bored easily and would surely waste away if he did not find means of entertaining himself.

Certainly exploring was fun and so was hunting but one could not make their lives on that. Both activities had their limits and a fat fox was a slow fox which equated to a dead fox. Thus it was he had no choice but to court danger and one way he did that was spending time with predators that could play chase-the-fox with grand eating of eating their prize. A wolf could be sensible, he had proven it before more than once and learned their language quite well.

So it was in this forest he hoped to find some form of entertainment. Bait had his fill of food for the day and was ready to play. It didn’t need to be a wolf, of course, any sort of species would do. Though Bait did find his own kind to be often the dullest perhaps just because he had grown up with them and rarely heard anything new.

The fox was laying on a root that rose a few inches off the ground. He would be visible from his height and thickness of the fox but likely hard to determine his shape for sure until relatively close. That meant it would be a game of who smelled each other first. Hopefully fun came by before he had to find a place to simply sleep away the day.

A concert of bugs could be heard across the ground, and far higher in the tree’s the occasional bug. Maybe he needed to find a more cheery area to look for his fun, but the hunting had suited him quite well in here for the moment. Plentiful mice and other easy game.