Scene 5: The Opportunistic Fox
(A gentle breeze rustles the leaves, carrying the faint scent of fresh kills. The sun begins to dip, casting long shadows over the impressive pile of game. Gray lies unconscious beside the large rock, the dead boar nearby. Just then, a finely-dressed fox Sprunki, emerges from the trees, his steps light and inquisitive. He sports a polished monocle perched jauntily on his nose and carries a small, leather-bound book.)
Fox Sprunki (to himself, his voice a low, self-satisfied purr): Another day, another stroll through the woods. One never knows what delightful surprises the forest holds...
(He stops dead, his eyes widening dramatically behind his monocle. He takes in the vast, almost unbelievable sight before him: the deer, the cow, ducks, buffalo, sheep, moose, goat, peacocks, pheasants, parrots, caribou, the wild boar, and even the basket of cooked salmon, all lying untouched. Then, he spots the unconscious Gray.)
Fox Sprunki (to himself, his voice rising in disbelief and then pure elation): By the whiskers of a thousand sages! What in the world...? This is... this is an embarrassment of riches!
(He dashes forward, circling the bounty, his tail twitching with excitement. He sniffs at the various carcasses, his eyes gleaming.)
Fox Sprunki (to himself, practically vibrating with delight): Ah, how lucky I am! So much food, perfectly laid out! This could last me for weeks! Weeks, I tell you! I could feast like a king! A king, with a full larder and not a single claw lifted in effort!
(He takes a moment, pulling out a pair of fancy reading glasses from his waistcoat pocket and perching them on his nose. He picks up his leather-bound book and flips it open, clearing his throat dramatically.)
Fox Sprunki (to himself, reading aloud with mock solemnity): "Wise men say that he who has done many good deeds in a previous birth is rewarded in this birth, even if he does not make any effort." Ah, yes, a classic. And so profoundly true!
(He gestures grandly at the feast before him, then winks at an imaginary audience.)
Fox Sprunki (to himself): This grand feast must surely be the result of some magnificent good I have done in a previous lifetime! Perhaps I saved a village from a flood, or taught a badger to play the flute. Whatever it was, the universe has seen fit to bestow upon me this unparalleled bounty!
(He closes his book with a snap, his earlier solemnity replaced by a gluttonous gleam in his eye.)
Fox Sprunki (to himself): Now it’s time for me to eat! But not just any eating. No, no. I must eat in a way that this food will last for many days. One must be a connoisseur of longevity, even in gluttony! I shall devise a plan to savor every single bite, stretched out over... oh, glorious, glorious weeks!
Scene 6: The Snapping String
(The finely-dressed fox Sprunki, his eyes still gleaming with avarice, busies himself preparing for his grand feast. He meticulously smooths down his fur, then pulls out a pristine white napkin from his pocket, carefully tying it around his neck like a bib.)
Fox Sprunki (to himself, with a satisfied hum): First things first, one must be properly attired for such an occasion. Decorum, even in the wild, is paramount. Now... how to transport this magnificent hoard?
(He spots Gray's discarded bow lying nearby, the bowstring still taut. An idea sparks in his cunning mind. He picks up the arrow, then carefully unwinds the bowstring from the bow-tip.)
Fox Sprunki (to himself, a conspiratorial whisper): Ingenious! The bowstring! Strong, durable... perfect for securing my treasure. I'll tie up all the bodies, the basket of salmon, and even the unconscious wolf – though he's certainly a heavy addition – together. It will be a singular, portable feast!
(He begins to laboriously try and wrap the long bowstring around the massive pile of dead animals, the heavy basket, and the still unconscious Gray. He strains, grunts, and mutters to himself as he attempts to gather everything into a manageable bundle.)
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