You keep walking.

It keeps biting and mocking and yelling and crying and whining.

It even begs at one point.

But you keep walking.

The fox jumps onto your back and starts to bite your ears. It hurts. Its teeth are tiny, but it hurts. You try to shake it off, but the fox remains on your back, nibbling away.

You choose to…

• …fight the fox back.
• …just go home, fox on your back or not.