Fox: Fantastic Mr

Down in the darkness, the foxes listened. Above them, the shriek of hydraulic shovels and the grumble of bulldozers. Boggis, Bunce, and Bean—one fat, one short, one lean—had declared war on a hole in the ground.

Then right. “Cider. Bean’s own.”

But Mr. Fox smiled. His whiskers twitched. His brush of a tail (or what remained of it after that terrible night) flicked with mischief. Fantastic Mr Fox

“They’ve got machines,” he whispered to his small son, “but we’ve got map.” Down in the darkness, the foxes listened

Here’s a short piece inspired by Fantastic Mr. Fox by Roald Dahl, capturing its tone and spirit: Down in the darkness