During his morning walk over the thick woodland next to his house, Addison came upon what he thought to be an abandoned dog. Shivering and apparently alone, the small creature was curled behind a dropped log. Addison went back to his car, scooping up the hairy bundle without thinking and softly cuddling it against his chest. Driven directly to the neighbourhood veterinarian clinic, Addison was worried about the welfare of the animal. The receptionist hurried him into an exam room as he tore through the doors. The seasoned veterinarian, Dr. Martinez, looked at the creature in Addison's arms once and became sombre. "I'm sorry, but it's too late," Dr. Martinez stated gently. "This is a fox kit, not a puppy; it's already gone." The vet's explanation—that the little fox had most likely been abandoned by its mother owing to illness or injury—sank Addison's heart She kindly advised that letting nature run its course would be the wisest course of action—that is, returning the gear back into the forest. Devastated by the result but seeing the wisdom in the vet's comments, Addison nodded gravely. He came to see that in the delicate balance of life, occasionally involvement isn't always the greatest solution in spite of best intentions.