The Fox’s Den — Narration Script
Slow, warm, magical storytelling tone.
Here is a place... where magic exists...
You’ve found your way... to the Fox’s Den.
A very warm welcome to you.
Mrs. Fox will make you a nice hot drink... and you can relax in a place that feels just like home.
Make yourself comfortable... and let yourself unwind... whilst listening to friendly stories from inside the Den... and adventures from lands far and wide.
You are now in a place where happy endings are many... and enchanted tales are always enjoyed.
The Fox family hope you’ll enjoy these words.
They are written with love... and told to spread stories bound to warm your heart.
“So let us allow the tales to begin... with some vegetable soup... and a tail that’s far too thin.”
Chapter One — Tales from the Foxes’ Den
The hairs on Mr. Fox’s neck stood up... as he slowly sank into the grassland.
He had no cover.
And the best chance he had... was to stay perfectly still.
Perhaps the farmer hadn’t noticed Mr. Fox’s beautiful red coat...
Time itself seemed to slow down... as he wondered whether the farmer had actually seen him.
Then suddenly...
An enormous BANG shook everything at the farm.
Just in front of Mr. Fox... a patch of long grass, dandelions, and greenery exploded into tiny pieces.
The next shot would surely get him.
Mr. Fox gathered all of his strength and courage and leapt into the closest bush he could see.
BANG!
Again went the farmer’s gun.
This time... a scattering of orangey-red fur drifted gently to the ground.
The farmer was certain he had caught the fox.
Triumphantly, he walked to the edge of the field.
He steadied himself... climbed over the fence... and marched towards the bush.
But...
There was nothing there.
“Damn it,” the farmer muttered angrily.
He turned around and stomped back towards his house... cursing the lucky fox under his breath.
Meanwhile, Mr. Fox was running as fast as he possibly could.
He twisted skilfully through low hedges and thick bushes...
And as soon as he could... he darted down into a hole.
Mr. Fox was home.
Mrs. Fox hurried over to him.
“Are you alright?” she asked softly. “Are you alright?”
“No, I’m not,” said Mr. Fox... turning around to reveal a rather large patch of hair that was now missing from his proud tail.
“That crazy farmer nearly killed me.
I mean... yes, perhaps I was trying to steal one of his chickens...
But he tried to kill me.
Twice!”
“Oh, my darling,” said Mrs. Fox kindly.
“I still love you... and it will soon grow back.
I’ll make everyone some vegetable soup tonight... so don’t worry about a thing.”
The cubs rushed into the room... and gasped when they saw Daddy’s tail.
“Oh my word... what happened?
Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” Mr. Fox said with a smile.
“I’m home... in our cosy den... with the family I love so much.
I simply had a lucky escape.
Trying to steal a chicken while the sun was shining... was probably a bit risky.
"Definitely too risky!"
The whole family burst into laughter.
“Daddy’s got a wonky tail... Daddy’s got a wonky tail!”
The cubs sang and danced cheerfully.
“Now, now... that’s enough,” Mrs. Fox said with a smile.
“You know, cubs... your father risked his life to feed us tonight.
Make sure you help him feel extra comfortable this evening.
Be very grateful he came home to us.
He’s a real hero.”
Mr. Fox smiled warmly.
“Thank you,” he said softly.
“I love all of you and you’re being far too kind...
"I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
