Fox peered through the bars that surrounded him from all sides. He looked longingly at Poppy who skimmed along the stream that slid through the field that stretched out in front of him.
Fox wanted to be with Poppy, surf along the stream that looked cool and relaxing from his prison. He tried to surf from his position behind bars in the prison by standing as tall as he could then gliding his fee. But with each effortful movement the bars around him multiplied and the existing bars became thicker and stronger holding him in a still position.
Fox looked around at his situation inside the steel barred prison, and thought back to how he got here. He remembered wanting to build a safe space where he could be away from others and their noise, any dirt to mess his paws, or bugs to bother him or wind to blow his fur. He started by surrounding his spot with tall sticks in the shape of a teepee to make sure he was in charge of anything in his space. Before he knew it, he had surrounded himself with not only tall sticks, but mud bricks, and bars that he couldn't remember where he even found them. He was completely surrounded and could barely move, let alone go skim the water of the serene stream with Poppy.
In an effort to escape, Fox pushed at the bars which did not budge, then tried to squeeze through between them, but they had thickened and strengthened as he sat there hoping to be protected from the annoyances around him.
Fox stopped and crossed his arms in front of himself, thinking.
Even though I will miss out on surfing with Poppy, I am going to stay in this cage today, he thought, maybe it will dissapear tomorrow.