"We knew today would come", holding his paws in my hands I try to explain everything one last time to Mr Fox.
"We're different you and I and now you must return to your life, your real life"
I don't know how much he understands but as I remove the post office hat and unpin the badge from his fur I'm sure he shrinks back into himself.
" Christmas, Mr Fox, come and see us at Christmas, we're always busy at Christmas"
I watch as he scratches himself all over before darting through the dog flap, my dreams going with him, holding on to the tips of his tail.
Look now, through the window as he winds his way back to the wood.
