I lay there, my muzzle laid in my paws, basking in the sun. It was an ordinary day, as most days were, but hey, I’m not complaining. I mean, how many other foxes can say that all they get to do is sleep, play, and relax? None, because foxes can’t talk. Either way, either way, I’ll get this started now.
Suddenly, a tap; I perk my ears and roll over, squinting my eyes to see what could possibly be bothering me. A ball, no, a tennis ball, floating there...? No, wait! There’s a hand holding it! My eyes shoot open as I lean up, seeing a young man, or more specifically, my master, I believe they call him Nathan, or Nate for short. “Hey boy, get up, we’re gonna go play a bit before it gets dark.” He said with a smile, dropping the ball onto my nose. I flinched, obviously not expecting it, but, nonetheless I stood up, stretching a little. This is going to be sosososo much fun!
Nate leaned down and scratched between my ears gently before opening the back door, and taking a step outside in to the brisk autumn air and I promptly followed. Suddenly, he broke into a sprint, holding the ball to his side, my eyes fixated on it more than him. “Come on, Dumas! We’re not going to break a window again like last time!” Immediately I find myself running, however I’m happy to be, it’s a rare occasion I get to play with my master, as he’s busy quite often. Ball ball ball ball ball ball! Then, I see it happen, Nate lifts his hand before tossing the ball across the field, followed by a “Go get it!”
I did just that, watching the exact little clump of grass where it landed, I sprinted off past him, keeping my nose close to the ground to take up all the unfamiliar scents of the back field. Closing in on my target, I slowed my pace, wagging my tail slowly as I trotted over to the ball, picking it up in my mouth before trotting it back over to Nate and sitting in front of him. “Good boy! Now, drop it!” He said with a smile, holding his hand out under my mouth. Maybe you shouldn’t have thrown it then… I thought as I backed up a little. Nate frowned, taking a step forward, wrapping two fingers around the ball before starting to pull gently. I continued to back up, folding my ears back flat against my head before feeling the ball pop out of my mouth. I looked up at him, frowning a little, or to the best of my ability. “Aw, no worries, you can have it back if you get it.”