Fox's Feud
Authors: Colin Dann
7 The Result of Thoughtlessness
26 The Animals of White Deer Park
It was Fox who found her. Vixen heard his cry – an angry, baffled cry of distress. She found him standing over the body of Dreamer. She was dead . . .
The fox cub Dreamer has been killed in a vicious attack, and the animals in White Deer Park have no doubt who is responsible. The old fox Scarface, feeling his position threatened by the new arrivals, has lashed out savagely at a defenceless cub.
Fox vows revenge. But are he and his young family a match for the formidable strength of Scarface and his clan? Yet again the animals must band together to avert disaster.
Another gripping adventure of the animals of Farthing Wood by award-winning author Colin Dann.
For Deborah
One day during the first spring in White Deer Park, Badger was visited by an excited Mole.
‘Badger! Badger!’ he called, as he dug his way into the darkness of his old friend’s set. ‘Have you heard the news?’
‘News? News? No, no,
I
haven’t heard any news,’ replied Badger a little peevishly. He sometimes felt he was a little neglected in his underground home.
‘It’s Vixen!’ declared Mole, beaming. ‘She’s had four cubs. Fox is so proud! Oh, you should see them . . .’
‘When was this?’ Badger interrupted. ‘Why hasn’t Fox been to see me?’
‘They were only born last night,’ Mole explained. ‘Tawny Owl told me all about it. I went to visit them at
once. Oh! Badger, you must come. Why don’t we go together now?’
‘Certainly, if you’re sure it would be convenient,’ replied Badger. ‘Nothing I’d like more.’
‘Of course it is,’ said Mole. ‘Fox instructed me to come and give you the news straight away.’
It was Badger’s turn to beam then, and the two animals hastened out of the set, chatting cheerfully.
It was a crisp, sunny spring morning in the Park. A plentiful dew had soaked the ground and each blade of grass and clump of moss glistened refreshingly. Badger sniffed the air briskly. ‘It’s going to be a wonderful day,’ he pronounced.
He and Mole left the little beech copse where Badger had constructed his new set, and directed their steps to another group of trees, in the midst of which lay Fox’s earth. In no time Mole’s velvet coat was soaked by the dew.
‘What a state to arrive in, as a visitor,’ he complained. ‘Badger, you go on. I must make myself more presentable.’
Badger chuckled and trotted ahead. At the entrance to the earth he paused to listen. There were voices inside. ‘Er – hallo,’ he called down hesitantly. ‘Fox! It’s me – Badger. Can I come in?’
The voices ceased for a moment, and then Fox’s head appeared at the entrance. ‘Badger! How nice to see you. Mole told you the news? We’re so thrilled. Come along, old friend.’
Badger followed him down with an expectant smile. He found Vixen curled up on a bed of soft hair, with four tiny, fluffy creatures huddled around her. A warm, truly motherly expression lit up her face. Badger’s kind old heart melted at the sight. He was at a loss for words. ‘This is a happy day indeed,’ he murmured. ‘May they have a
more peaceful life than we have known.’ He looked at Fox.
‘Thank you, Badger,’ said Vixen quietly. ‘I hope so too.’
‘Er – will they be foxes or vixens?’ Badger enquired a little awkwardly.
‘Two male, two female,’ Fox replied promptly. ‘They’ll keep us busy, the four of them, once their eyes have opened.’
‘Yes, they certainly look a healthy bunch,’ Badger remarked. ‘And it’s good to see
you
looking so well, Vixen.’ He paused. ‘Well, I won’t intrude too long,’ he resumed. ‘I expect you want to be on your own.’
Fox made some polite remarks, but Badger was determined not to outstay his welcome.
‘I’ll come back again, if I may, in a few days,’ he promised. Fox accompanied him to the exit.
On his way back to his set, Badger came across Mole basking on top of a hillock in an effort to dry his fur. ‘The cubs were all you said they were,’ he said to his friend. ‘I must admit, on seeing that cosy little group in Fox’s earth, I felt a few regrets for a family life.’
‘Well, Badger, it’s never too late,’ Mole said comfortingly. ‘You must get lonely in your set, all by yourself.’
‘I am at times,’ Badger agreed. ‘But – no, I’m too old and stubborn in my ways to share my home with any female. I do sometimes feel homesick for my old set in Farthing Wood. Of course, I had my memories there – my family lived there for generations. Here it’s different . . .’
Mole cut in quickly before Badger could wax maudlin. ‘It’s like a new beginning,’ he observed. ‘The cubs will have their father’s characteristics – or some of them. The spirit of Farthing Wood will be renewed – here.’
‘Don’t get carried away, Mole,’ Badger cautioned. ‘Farthing Wood will be only a name to them, and life in Farthing Wood as it was for us and Fox and the rest of the band, will be only a story for them to listen to. Here in the Park they’ll never know the difficulties and the dangers that were always part of our life there.’
‘That’s so,’ Mole agreed. ‘But that’s no bad thing, is it, Badger?’
‘No – except that, in the face of any danger, they may not be so well equipped for survival.’
Mole pondered this idea for some time, recalling the viciousness of the past winter in the Park. At length he said: ‘I’m sure Fox will ensure they will be able to look after themselves.’
Badger smiled. ‘What about you, my friend?’ he teased. ‘You’re young. Are you ready yet for a more serious role in life?’
Mole blinked in the unaccustomed brightness of the sunlight. ‘I don’t often think about it,’ he answered. ‘But I should like to be settled and happy one day.’
Badger was true to his word and revisited the fox cubs a week or so later. Their eyes were now open and they seemed to be taking a lively interest in everything that went on inside their comfortable earth, which was still the only world they knew. The arrival of Badger was an occasion for the greatest excitement until their father returned with a selection of choice titbits from his evening hunting foray for Vixen. Although the cubs were still suckling, they watched inquisitively as Vixen daintily accepted the food from Fox’s jaws.
Badger was amused to see one of them, already slightly larger than his fellows, totter forward to nose at his
parents. ‘He’ll be their leader,’ remarked the wise old animal. ‘That’s plain to see.’
Vixen nodded. ‘He’ll follow in his father’s footsteps.’ she remarked. ‘The other male cub is not so sure of himself.’
‘But the little vixens are charming,’ Fox interrupted. ‘Just like their mother.’
A noise outside the den attracted their attention. Weasel came towards them out of the early morning daylight.
‘There’s a strange fox snooping about up there,’ he said. ‘A big male with a long scar down his muzzle. He seems to be very curious about what might be happening in your den.’
‘I’ve seen him around several times,’ Fox said. ‘I don’t like the look of him, and I’ve asked Tawny Owl to keep an eye on the den when I’m out hunting.’
‘What does he want?’ Badger asked with a serious expression.
‘I don’t know,’ replied Fox. ‘We may find out one day. He’s lived in the Reserve a good number of years – that I do know – and he and his mate have produced many a litter of cubs to populate White Deer Park. I think Vixen and I may be looked upon rather as intruders on his preserve.’ All this was said out of earshot of Vixen.
‘I asked what his business was here,’ Weasel informed his two friends, ‘and he replied that the whole of White Deer Park was his business, and who was I to question him?’
‘Dear, dear, Weasel, do be careful,’ advised Badger, cautious as ever. ‘We don’t want any misunderstandings with the Park’s older residents. Most of them were probably born here, you know.’
‘Don’t worry about me,’ Weasel answered quickly. ‘I
keep myself to myself. But I have noticed, since the winter was over, that the acclaim Fox attracted from the residents for his defeat of the poachers seems to have soured slightly.’
‘Are we resented, do you think?’ Badger asked with a concerned look.
‘Not exactly,’ replied Weasel. ‘But I think there are those here among the Park’s original community who feel we ought to recognize our position here as newcomers more clearly than we do. And one of them is our friend Scarface out there.’
‘In other words, it’s more their home than ours?’ Badger summarized.
‘Exactly.’
‘Well, they accepted us readily enough to begin with,’ Fox remarked. ‘I don’t think there’s any real ill feeling. But, I suggest, Badger, we should get everyone together in the Hollow one night soon and talk about the situation. Perhaps it would be as well for us to tread extra warily for a while.’
Badger and Weasel wholeheartedly agreed with Fox’s advice and, accordingly, took their leave of Vixen. The scarfaced fox was no longer around when they left Fox’s earth and they went their own ways quietly.
Two days elapsed and then all the creatures of Farthing Wood met at dusk in their habitual meeting place in the Hollow.
It was the first meeting of all the creatures from Farthing Wood since the winter, and so it was clear to all of them that it was to be of some importance.
