Chapter 3

Something was staring at them with emerald eyes. “What is it?” asked John.

“Not an it, a who” said Henner. A single breathe could scare it. Henner, whose kind face twisted into a fateful look, took a big sigh as she bent down.  John, whose face turned into a frown, stood staring at it. They saw that it was red with a midnight black nose. It was a fox. “Oh no it’s hurt” cried Henner. It had a blood-stained leg. They fetched a towel and wrapped it in it.