Aaron, a little red fox, sits on a patch of dewy spring grass, surveying surroundings and wondering how he managed to find his way here.
He lives in a nearby ravine, not far from a large and looming maple and a bushy mass of shrubs. Jethro, a baby raccoon, caught his curiosity and the two youngsters got involved in a game of tag. The play was fun; getting lost not so much. Now little Aaron is stuck between a tall wall of meshed metal fencing and an imposing, forever-long vehicle he believes is called a bus. To one side is an ugly concrete edifice. Strange, tense-looking people keep entering it.
Aaron lies down, drawing his bushy tail close as he seeks comfort and protection. He tries not to quiver with fear. How will I find my way back, he asks himself worriedly.
If you found you way here, surely you can find your way back, he finally determines and surveys strange terrain. I came from where the sun rose. . . . Yes! There—an opening in the budding shrubs!
Aaron takes a deep breath and charges forward, taking no heed that the bus has started moving. Honk-honk. Screech. Bam!
Aaron doesn’t look to see what the big menacing bus has struck. He’s just grateful it missed him. His tiny paws in full motion, he races along now familiar ground.
He’s safe. And wiser. No more visits into the big city for this little one. But he’d not be opposed to another game or two of tag . . . .