An apple tree stands alone at the top of a hill. A handsome fox dressed in an Edwardian–style navy velvet suit leans against it with his arms folded and his legs crossed, chewing on a reed of wild grass. He holds an apple core in his paw. He spits out a seed. He looks off across a meadow that descends into the valley below. A female fox strides briskly up the hill. Her coat is a paler, especially beautiful shade of fox–red, and she wears men’s trousers and a dark tunic. Fox says as she approaches:
Fox What’d the doctor say?
Mrs. Fox Nothing. Supposedly, it’s just a twenty–four hour bug. He gave me some pills.
FoxI told you. You probably just ate some bad gristle.
Fox brushes the fur on Mrs. Fox’s ears with his paws. They walk together along the crest of the hill to a fork in the path.
Fox Should we take the short cut or the scenic route?
Mrs. Fox Let’s take the short cut.
Fox But the scenic route is so much prettier.
Mrs. FoxOK, let’s take the scenic route.
Fox Great. It’s actually slightly quicker, anyway.
Fox throws his apple core away over his shoulder and dances a quick circle around Mrs. Fox, wrapping his arm around her waist extravagantly and making her laugh as they start off down the scenic route.