I run. I run as fast as the wind and don’t stop until I make it. My shaking white paws stomping into the brown crunchy leaves as I run for my life. Constantly, I’m glancing back to see if the hungry fox is still chasing me through the deep dark woods. Nervously, I looked in front and behind. Which way was home? Finally, I hop into my warren and quickly turn around. There’s the fox. It’s large head stuck. It’s piercing blue eyes darting at me. It’s jaw snapping. And his teeth glaring as sharp as a knife. I was trapped.