But their mother's not here, and they are, and there's got to be somebody in Milliways who knows how to take care of baby foxes. Felix opens his mouth, on the verge of saying that aloud, then closes it, trying to figure out a nicer way to voice his thoughts.

"We could look for their mom first," he suggests. "On the way th -- "

The last word dissolves into a squeak of his own as the other cub pokes its nose down the front of his T-shirt.