Thursday Inspiration 43 — free foxes

Fox couple

Rex and Velma had known each other since birth, being born in cages next to each other at the fur farm. Back then they didn’t have names, only plastic tags with numbers stapled into their ears the moment they left their mothers’ wombs.

Farmer John had fox farming down to a science, and kindness played no role in science. Velma’s mother had birthed 20 litters counting his. Her fur would begin to diminish after 20, so she was unceremoniously dumped on the electrified grid in the corner of the shed once the last litter was weaned, gutted and skinned her in front of the rest, then her fur stretched on a rack in the other corner.

Rex’s mother was young and had many litters to go. Every baby that left her care was thrown into a cage within her sight. Her boy pups were not long for the world. As she nursed baby Rex, the thought of his fate tore her apart. Not Rex. At night when Farmer John was snuggled into his warm bed, Rex’s mother began throwing herself against the weak corner of the wooden frame of the cage. After a month, it finally worked open when pushed a certain way. She then started gnawing on the wire, which caused her teeth and jaws much agony; at last there was a gap big enough for Rex to squeeze through.

The 7th week was the time kits were taken from their mothers, and it was quickly approaching. She worked hard teaching Rex what she’d heard about surviving in the wild. At the same time Rex and Velma were becoming the best of friends. That night, just before Rex left the fur death farm, Rex told Velma, “I’ll come back for you.”

Rex kept his promise. In midsummer, he returned, first sneaking into Farmer John’s house and ripping out his throat. Then he popped the electronic locks on all of the cages. Velma, Rex, and Rex’s mother, who was heavy with pregnancy, ran into the valley between the nearby mountains, to a cave Rex found and claimed when he was first freed. Soon their was a large family of free foxes frolicking over the mountainside.


Paula Light is the host of Thursday Inspiration.  Paula says:
This week’s theme is fox and the picture is [above.] Here is the song snippet from “Foxy Lady” recorded by Jimi Hendrix in 1967:

I want to take you home, yeah
I won’t do you no harm, no
You’ve got to be all mine, all mine
Ooh, foxy lady

13 Comments Add yours

  1. Paula Light says:

    Yay! Love this 🦊✨

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    1. msjadeli says:

      I’m glad, Paula. That one wrote itself.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thank you very much, Gina.


      1. Gina says:

        My pleasure. Love how you gave those animals courage and a voice. Beautiful story telling.

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  2. This was a lovely story Li with the foxes triumphing over the mean farmer.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      I wish they did in real life 😦

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  3. Happy Valentines Day – great write !

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thank you, Chris. Happy Valentines Day!

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      1. I hope you had a great one !

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  4. badfinger20 says:

    Now that turned really quick! I’m glad they are free

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Me too! It haunts me to think of what so many animals go through in confinement and exploitation, the suffering and inevitable death.

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      1. badfinger20 says:

        Yes I agree…I don’t think it’s a bad thing for someone to provide for their family like in the pioneer days…BUT…. when grocery stores came and refrigeration….that is when it came down to money and forget ethics.

        If everyone had to hunt for their food…you would have more vegetarians.

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