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The car races down the road, and the red fox darts under a nearby car just in time. His eyes are wide, and his breath is shallow. During the day, he leaves his family, and ventures to the nearby town in search of food. The town is new and has cut through the fields surrounding his den. The fox has never ventured to this area before, and every sudden movement and noise startles him. The car provides necessary cover from the cold blasts of winter, however, he knows better than to sleep under it. It wasn’t designed for his protection, more so to harm him. Around him, repeating murmurs of car engines keep the fox alert, preparing him to run at any moment.
Composing himself, he crawls into the open, under a dark sky filled with millions of stars. The area surrounding him used to resemble something like his home, with luscious fields and forests filled with trees. Now, he feels lost, unable to track his way home. Houses tower upwards, blocking his view of the sky. The tarmac under his paws feels rough and cold, very uninviting. Yet, the tarmac supports the fox, giving him a place to stand, walk and sit. Small patches of grass remain, yet they do not provide any sustenance.
The fox knows that humans are a lot more powerful than foxes as they seem to have built on every field surrounding the fox’s home. It’ll only be a matter of time until the humans build on his field too. But don’t they ever think of his home? Or what is important to any of the animals who live there? The fox’s family have always lived in the corner of their field, generations and generations of them. The field contains layers upon layers of scents that help the foxes track their way home. Humans have disrupted this, believing that their way of life overrides all other beings. Why don’t they consider the animals? Or the trees? Or anything in that field? The humans have a kind of incomprehensible power, that other animals, beings and objects simply aren’t able to match.
Blinding lights shine out from above, in an organised pattern, casting long shadows with the fox’s every step. These lights are unnatural and confuse the fox for daylight. Ever since the humans have lived here, the fox has become disorientated easily and has mistook car headlights for the sun.Â
He is hungry and just wants something to eat. In this unfamiliar territory, food is harder to come by, and the fox must be quick and fast to secure a meal. Aromas waft towards the fox from a window of a house nearby, and the fox begins to saunter over. As he crosses the road onto the pavement, a large figure appears to his right, which alarms the fox. He jumps over the wall to his left, scurrying away from the figure.
Once over the wall, the fox surveys his surroundings. He is enveloped in a canopy of trees, leaves and long grass. The fox begins to relax, as the environment feels similar to home. Had this been designed for him? He questions this but notices how ‘structured’ the garden is, this is for humans. He surveys the vegetation around him, some of which he recognises from home. His nose picks up the same scent he smelt earlier, and he quietly begins to follow it.Â
Under his paws, the soft carpet-like sensation of the grass gives way to the cold, tiled patio of the house’s garden. He hesitates at first, then continues towards the house. As he gets closer, he can see into the large windowed doors at the back of the house. He sees figures, many of them, all huddled together surrounding a central table. The table is a simple structure, as the fox has observed them from time to time. The table affords the possibility of a gathering like the fox sees before him. It also affords the possibility of storage, a place to rest, and a place to work. The fox has used tables himself, for when they are outside in gardens, he uses them to shelter from the rain. The fox imagines what it would be like to stand on the table, if the humans can use it for anything they'd like, then why can’t he?
Laughter emanates from the house, as the warm glow from within slowly dances across the patio. The fox doesn’t know what is going on inside the house, but he sees the group of people sharing food and talking to each other. The fox has seen houses before, with their many windows facing into the human’s version of a den. The fox only ventures out at night, and so it is unusual for him to see so much life inside a house. The humans seem to be celebrating something, as a ball of light sits in the centre of the table. Suddenly, the light disappears, and the humans start to cheer loudly, slightly startling the fox. He is confused but accepts this as something humans do. The inside of the house seems warm and inviting, but not inviting for the fox. Why wasn’t he allowed to go inside? The fox had spent many nights in the cold, rain and snow, but had persevered.Â
Next to the door, the fox spots a half-eaten sandwich, and he slowly makes his way towards it, using his nose to guide himself. It’s not fresh, but it will do for now. He is about to bite into the sandwich when suddenly, a tall figure emerges from the glass doors. The fox’s sensitive ears are deafened by the man’s loud, booming voice. He didn’t know what the man was trying to say, but he did know he didn’t want to be near that man anymore. The fox felt very unwelcome, even though the land these houses were on had been his home long before these homes were built. He glances at the open door, pausing for a second to consider going towards it, but humans don’t seem to be as open to sharing their space as other animals are.
He scurries away to the back of the garden, preparing to jump over the fence. Back home, the fox does not need to jump such heights, as the land was designed by nature for animals such as himself to run through. However, he feels ‘boxed in’ to the garden, the tall fence panels leading up to the sky and blocking his view of the moon. Before he jumps up and over, he takes a look back at the house. He looks through the glass once again, noticing how the people inside are happy and cheering. He is reminded of his own small, family, with their own celebrations. He marvels at how two different species both make a space, which is not dependent on the objects or materials that surround them, but the very individuals themselves.
The fox then wonders what his life may have been like if his presence had been accounted for in the building of these new houses that surround him. Maybe they would have left some of the grass open, to give the fox somewhere to forage. The fox thinks about the other animals that he comes across, and how their presence had not been considered at all.
The fox scales the fence, giving way to the field that will take him back home. He darts home, eager to see his family. His den is quite small, but it is home. The den keeps himself, his mate, and their five small cubs safe from the outside world. He hopes for a better future for his cubs, that they get to experience a world designed for them or even just a world where their presence is considered. The fox wonders what the humans would think of his den, would they look in admiration as he had at the house? Or would they dismiss it, ignoring it simply because they hadn’t designed it or made it?Â
From his den, the fox looks back towards the town, and in the distance sees tall, towering blocks, twinkling with hundreds of lights. He thinks about the land that used to be there, and the displacement of all the animals, beings and objects that used to exist. The fox knows that nature needs to be considered when designing his den, and that this should apply to everyone else. The fox is saddened, turns back to his den, and disappears.













