Just before the sun rises, while the streets are still quiet, Marigold emerges from her cosy den, tucked away at the back of the old graveyard. This is her favourite time of day. As a savvy urban fox, she knows this is the safest time to scavenge. The humans always leave plenty behind, and this winter morning is perfect - The grass sparkles with frost, and the smell of last night’s fried food drifts across the high street. As long as she can avoid being seen, Marigold won’t go hungry tonight.
