What'd the doctor say?

Nothing. Supposedly, it's just a twenty-four hour bug. He gave me some pills.

reassuringly

I told you. You probably just ate some bad gristle.

Should we take the short cut or the scenic route?

Let's take the short cut.

But the scenic route is so much prettier.

shrugs

OK, let's take the scenic route.

Great. It's actually slightly quicker, anyway.

What is a squab?

You know what a squab is. It's like a pigeon, I suppose. Anyway, it's a type of bird we can eat.

Fox motions toward the edge of the property.

Should we go through the hole under the horse fence or climb the rail over the bridle path?

Well, I guess the horse fence would be a little safer.

But the bridle path puts us out right next to the squab shack.

What's wrong? I've never seen you like this. You're acting all skittish. Don't worry. I've been stealing birds for a living since before I could trot.

shrugs

OK, let's take the —

No, we'll do the horse fence. You gave me the scenic route already.

By the way, you look unbelievably beautiful tonight. You're practically glowing. Maybe it's the lighting.

What's that? I think that's a fox-trap! Look at this.

Get away from there.

Is it spring-loaded? Yeah...

pointing to different spots

I guess if you come from over there, and you're standing at the door to the squab shack, this little gadget probably triggers the —

gesturing to Mrs. Fox

Move out of the way, darling. That's right where it's going to land.

Come on! Stop it! Let's go!

No, it just falls straight down right here, doesn't it? I guess it's not spring-loaded.

I'm pregnant.

Wow. We're going to have a cub. Honey, that's great news!

If we're still alive tomorrow morning, I want you to find another line of work.

Pause. Fox nods.

Does anybody actually read my column? Do your friends ever talk about it?

still stirring

Of course. In fact, Rabbit's ex-girlfriend just said to me last week, "I should read Foxy's column," but they don't get the Gazette.

yelling into the next room

Ash! Let's get cracking!

Why would they? It's a rag-sheet.

sighs

I want to say I hate my job, but that would make it seem more important to me than I want people to think it is.

I'm sick.

You're not sick.

I have a temperature. Mrs. Fox goes quickly over to Ash and puts her paw to his forehead.

You don't have a temperature.

I don't want to go.