We should be kinder to foxes.
I’m making an unfair assumption here. For all I know you’re unfailingly lovely to foxes. Maybe you feed them and stroke them and call them Reynard (give yourself a gold star if you get the reference), and go about your merry way with a skulk of loyal vulpini guarding your every move, keeping you from harm with their cunning trickster ways.
Fuck that last bit. Who am I to assume all foxes are cunning tricksters? I mean I know most stereotypes have a little basis in fact, but they’re mainly lazy assumptions to make us feel better about being cruel to those Others, no? Hardly seems fair, what with Them having thoughts and feelings and mums and dads etc.
Yes, sometimes foxes misbehave. They knock over our bins to get at the food we don’t want, dig out our chickens, spoiling our attempts at…
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