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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