So the fox has its moment of fame, seen on TV a bit, people recognise it, shopping gets difficult, privacy goes as the fame grows. Too many parties, too much drink, to much of everything going, time to get out of the rat race, a move to the country, the west-country perhaps?
Yes a few years on and Mr Fox will be seen on his stall at Totnes Friday market. There you will hear him barking on, with his urban drawl about his moment of fame, his time on TV, the parties, the drink, the nudge and the wink.
Do you think he saw it coming?