ucaicu， oooH ~t woulo De time to let him go.
Noting the frown on her seven-year-old son s brow
as they sat side by side on the ground outside the pen，
she realized Noel was thinking about it， too. He and
Fortune， her younger sister， had found the fox kit when
he was only a few weeks old. He had been huddled next
to his mother， who lay dead in a trap. The grieving kit
was starving and had badly infected wounds on his
front paws and legs. Noel had his aunt s--and her
own--protectiveness toward wounded and helpless
critters. He and Fortune had brought the hapless kit
home， and Noel had presented him to Fancy， tears
glinting in his eyes. \"Save it，\" he had begged.
She hadn t hesitated. As long as she could remem-
ber， Fancy had loved all living things， as had her father，
and she had never been able to resist the impulse to
help a wounded animal.
Having finished his meal， the now healthy and beau-
tiful red fox lay down and looked at her， his silvery blue
eyes trusting after so many weeks of being in her care.
Knowing that John， her husband， would not approve--
indeed， would glower at her for the risks she took--she
reached through the wire fence and scratched the ani-
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