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Go! GO! GO!!” Mr. Fox shouted to Kristopherson, who ran out into the middle of the street. Two cars appeared at that exact moment, and swerved upon seeing Kristopherson. Kristopherson paused only to gasp, then leapt for the manhole cover. The cars collided, only denting the two vehicles, and Kristopherson safely made it inside. As soon as the two humans started arguing, Mr. Fox ran quickly for the manhole cover and made it inside without being seen.
“I knew foxes on your side of the family took unnecessary risks.” Kristopherson muttered to his uncle when Foxy slid down the ladder.
“What?” Mr. Fox asked, joining Kristopherson.
“Nothing.” Kristopherson said quickly, then walked down the sewer system.

Mrs. Fox, Ash, and Agnes set out at a leisurely pace through the Jet’s back yard and out away from the human town. They’d left Jacob home to Mr. and Mrs. Jet’s care, saying they’d only be gone for the afternoon and part of the evening, and would be home for dinner. At the top of a hill Mrs. Fox looked out at the trees, noticing the stream that cut right next to the school. “There.” Mrs. Fox said, pointing.
The other two foxes looked out at the stream. “Looks like a long way there.” Ash observed, always noting what usually no one else did, or, if anything, saying what no one else felt was necessary to say.
“Did we bring enough food?” Agnes asked. Mrs. Fox nodded, holding up her picnic basket.
The three started out, walking through the trees that were growing denser and denser, the leaves falling around them. The trio went for about an hour or two walking, then stopped abruptly upon noticing something. The trees had suddenly thinned out. The trio ran wordlessly towards it, and found the forest thinned out to oblivion beyond them. The catastrophe of Boggis, Bunce, and Bean’s hunting operation, destroying nearly, as Mr. Badger had put it years ago, half the valley’s forest.
The three paused, taking it in. So much destruction, and it was all their fault. Thankfully, the madness of the three farmer’s attack was over, which gave the three foxes some peace. No one more would be hurt. Mrs. Fox narrowed her eyes, than started walking. “Come on, we have to make it their and out before nightfall.”

Kristopherson and Mr. Fox called out as they went down the sewer system, hoping to find their friends. They’d been going about it for almost an hour. “I KNOW it can’t be that far ahead now.” Mr. Fox said. Kristopherson shook his head. He felt the same way too. The two rounded another corner and Mr. Fox stopped. He recognized the piping along this wall. They were here.
“We’re here…” Mr. Fox said, touching a hand to Kristopherson’s shoulder.
“Badger? Badger!” Mr. Fox called.
“We’re down here.” Badger’s voice called, sounding distant. The two foxes sprinted to find him, entering the room where the voice was coming from…

Mrs. Fox, Agnes and Ash soon found the school. It was late into the afternoon, so Mrs. Fox decided to have Ash and Agnes sit outside while she tried to take care of things inside as quickly as possible.
Agnes and Ash sat outside, not saying anything, as Ash reached inside the picnic basket and got out a couple sandwiches, handing one to Agnes, who thanked him upon receiving it. It was only about half an hour before Mrs. Fox came out. “Alright. Everything’s taken care of, we just have to find a means of getting you here on time.” The three packed up and started walking home.
“If it’s gonna’ take us two hours to get here, then what’s the point?!” Ash asked, quite confused. “Our first class is at eight! We’ll have to be up at five or six in the morning!”
Mrs. Fox looked back at her son. “It’s important that you find something to do with your life. Even though we have the generous consideration and care of the Jets, we do need to make something of ourselves, or else we’ll be nothing better than a dog.”
Ash looked down. He couldn’t argue with that. Even though he loathed the thought of being up at six, he WAS in junior high, almost highschool. If he wanted to be as mature as he sometimes argued that he already was, he’d embrace these changes in schedule.
The group had almost made it back to the downed tree line when they heard a flapping in the trees. They regarded it as nothing, until Agnes felt something tug the shoulders of her dress. With a yell, Agnes was lifted into the air, carried by the wings of a large owl. “Agnes!” Ash shouted, leaping for her, and was successful in grabbing one of Agnes’ legs.
“AGNES! ASH!” Mrs. Fox yelled, seeing the owl get lower in his flight from the added load. None the less, the bird took off and carried both off into the trees.