Beasty, the beastly fox, spent his first night out on the town or in this case country, out foxing around, and it must have tired him out considerably because he's spent the entire day sleeping under the storage shed -- his makeshift den.
More likely, he must have been frightened by something, for on the one and only occasion he stuck his nose out from underneath the shed, he immediately retreated at the first unrecognized noise.
Guess it will be a little while longer before I have to worry about those fast women and wild car.
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