Fox in a henhouse in a giant tin barn in a hailstorm during a mass bat exodus during a plague of Metallica guitar solo, isn't listening. The fox is more concerned about the creepy thing with the camera. Also, less concerned about the eggs just eaten than the fur industry. Also, even more souped up. And then still concerned that having a sex may be unachievable from that point on (given aforementioned circumstances and the lack of sexual awareness among Fox's people).
Yet content and at peace, because some foxes are one thing this little fox will never be: Ugly.
Repent or Die