When someone you love gets shot, just like that, your heart sinks... The pain sweeps through the hairs all over your body and comes out as a tear... It was heart-braking when my mum, the last member of my family vanished from the world... Just like that. Human's have such cold-hearts, I cannot ever accept them... Not now, not after the incident. I am still a cub and I now have nobody to follow, nobody to sit next to... Nobody to get my food... I have to survive by myself now... For I am on my own.

I hide in the shadows a lot and that is how I keep away from the humans. My last encounter with a human was not pretty..

I was strolling through the forest, minding my own business when I spotted a cottage that looked a bit like Little Red Riding Hood's Grandma's cottage. It's in the name who Little Red Riding Hood is:

A little, red fox who has a beautiful hood of fur for her to ride the forests in. I love that old story with the human shooting her Grandma and then eating her. That was the goriest part which I loved.

The cottage had a couple outside it, a couple of humans.

One looked over at me and yelled at the top of her voice.

'Fox! Fox!' her screaming voice cried. I knew what to do. The male human jolted up to get a gun but I ran. I heard shooting and saw a bullet speed past me and into a trunk. Luckily I had escaped but it brought back awful memories... Memories of when my beautiful, red mother was killed the same way.

As I said before: humans have cold-hearts.