“Why did you go for his throat?” “Why do you think? Because I was hungry!” “If you had not attacked the porcupine, you would not have quills in your face.” “Yes, Roz, I know that. But a fox has gotta eat! I just didn’t expect him to put up such a fight. Look! There are even quills in my paws! I can’t walk! My face is numb! I could die if you don’t help me!”
