As the warm water washed away the muck and grime, I was stunned by what emerged. The creature in my tub was not a puppy but a baby fox! Its russet fur began to show, and those large, alert eyes peered up at me with curiosity and trust. My mind raced, wondering how I could have mistaken this wild creature for a domestic one. The fox’s nose twitched, and it let out a soft, high-pitched bark, as if to confirm its identity.
I stood there, a mix of shock and awe flooding over me. I had rescued a wild animal, one that surely belonged back in the forest, not in my modest apartment. But here it was, looking up at me with the same innocence I had initially seen in what I thought was a puppy. A part of me was still entranced by its vulnerability, the way it had curled up against me, seeking warmth and shelter.
