Kintla Flatlands fluorescent adolescent

Again the small fox was out and about, skipping through the high grass with reckless abandon. His featherlike tail swishing as he leaped without a particular destination.

As he went, he hummed a happy tune that would probably scare away any birds or prey that was near. But he did not care, it was not food he was looking for, it was fun what he was after. Blinded by his never ending thirst for adventure he had wandered a bit to far from his usual grounds.

But who would blame him? He was just lone teenager, looking for trouble, high on excitement and drunk on adrenaline.