“I’m not different, am I?” Ash asks his mother at one point. All this is done without demeaning Kristofferson’s obvious gifts. Fox-whom Ash has for years tried so desperately to impress-telling his boy that he’s thrilled with him just the way he is. None of that is particularly positive … but it does set the stage for what turns into a touching buddy-fox tale: Kristofferson gets nabbed by Farmer Bean’s wife, and it’s up to a very apologetic Ash to rescue him. Ash, naturally, hates him, and begins spreading rumors that Kristofferson has “beagle lice.” Kristofferson is everything Ash is not: tall, well-spoken and a natural athlete-and he’s a super-nice guy to boot. To make matters worse, his physically gifted cousin, Kristofferson, has come to stay with the Fox family. Sullen and awkward, Ash wants to be an athlete-just like his legendary pops-ignoring the fact that he has all the strength and grace of a phonebook. Fox struggles with his nature, his son, Ash, has his own issues. “In the end, we all die unless you change.” “You’re also a husband and father,” she scolds him. Fox tells his wife by way of explanation. It’s a sobering reminder that we should never let our animal instincts trump our common sense. Fox’s midlife crisis winds up as a crisis for the entire forest. Bean, the meanest of the farmers, doesn’t take kindly to having his birds (or his famed alcoholic cider) pilfered, and he enlists fellow farmers Boggis and Bunce in a near-insane vendetta against the thief.
Fox’s resurgent career in bird-killing and stealing, after some initial success, goes south in a hurry. “If what I think is happening is happening, it better not be,” she tells her husband. Fox grows suspicious that it’s not all coming from the local market.
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Soon, the pantry’s full of fresh poultry, and Mrs. Or he’ll certainly mean it after the next last hunt. He tells himself that he just wants to do “one more job” before swearing off bird-killing forever. It’s a sore temptation indeed, particularly for a wild animal bred to kill birds. Fox checks out the view in his new leafy casa, he sees a sight that really kicks his crisis into high gear: three huge bird farms owned, respectively, by Boggis, Bunce and Bean. “You know, foxes live in holes for a reason,” she says.īut when Mr. Fox) and buys a nice place in a tree-even though Mrs. At first he imagines that a change of scenery might cure what ails him, so he abandons his hole in the ground (“It makes me feel poor,” he explains to Mrs. Sure, he has a nice job at the local woodland newspaper. Sure, he has a wife, a son and a comfortable burrow in the woods. Fox gets a sense that something’s missing.
He promised he’d settle down.īut after a dozen fox-years, Mr. Fox knew that chapter of his life was over. Fox told him that a kit was on its way, and Mr. In fact, he was the Joe Cool of bird-killers, a bushy-tailed charmer with a gleam in his eye and a feather clamped between his teeth. He was quite a good bird-killer when he was younger-fast and clever and relentless. He is a fox, after all, so it makes some sort of sense. Me, I’m hoping my midlife crisis includes some sort of Porsche. This crisis can manifest itself in many ways: Some of us change jobs. We live in perpetual denial (My hair’s not thinning, my waistline’s not expanding, I could still run three miles without stopping if I felt so inclined) until the sad day comes when a sliver of reality worms its way into our stunted consciousness and we respond by submerging ourselves in a painful, hopefully short-lived phenomenon known as the midlife crisis.
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