Once upon a time, in a woodland not so far away, a fox such as myself faced a peculiar dilemma: how to keep his young kit entertained during the long, golden days of summer. You see, even in the coziest of burrows, where the scent of pine needles mingles with the warmth of a crackling hearth, the lure of glowing screens has crept in like an unwelcome guest. One might wonder, as I often do while…