The Foxes' Deal

I wasn't born rabid.

Yes, my snarling jaws may now exude white foam, but please know that they once opened so I could playfully lick and bite my siblings.

I'm sorry you weren't able to witness when I was still true to myself.

Maybe if I had just been a bit stronger. Maybe then I wouldn't be mindlessly biting and gnawing at anything that I see fit.

Please let me have you decide. Will you attempt to save me? Take care of me and do all you can to cure my ills.

Or will you stomp me to the ground and put this sick fox out of its misery?