Fantastic Mr Fox Official

The children’s eyes grew wide. Mrs. Fox placed a paw on his shoulder. “You’re not just stealing food,” she said softly.

And what a map it was—etched in his brain from years of moonlight raids. Every tunnel, every root, every secret seam of the earth. While the farmers dug from above, Mr. Fox dug from below, faster and quieter, his paws flying like a pianist’s. Fantastic Mr Fox

But Mr. Fox smiled. His whiskers twitched. His brush of a tail (or what remained of it after that terrible night) flicked with mischief. The children’s eyes grew wide