Things About Me and the Fire Fox

I was watching the demolition of the old house; when the bulldozer ran over the pomegranate tree, a lame fire fox suddenly appeared from the corner and rushed straight into the ruins... I followed and took a look, oh my god! I saw it was using its two front paws to pick up a collapsed prefabricated board, and a little fox cub wrapped in torn cotton wool was exposed under the board. Then I remembered the red fox that I always secretly fed with my grandma's beef jerky when I was little... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.