The box, unsurprisingly, did not reply to his outburst.

Harumphing, the fox slid off of his washing machine, and padded back over to the box. Kneeling down, he hesitantly lifted the lid of it once more, looking nervously inside.

A gasp caught in his throat, as he saw what he had dreaded would be in the box. Opening it fully he revealed several neat stacks of thick, white diapers, as if freshly delivered to his doorstep in this very box.

I can’t believe this is happening… Is this a dream? He pinched himself, hard, and closed his eyes tightly shut. He found that no matter how hard he hurt himself he did not wake up. He whimpered, feeling helpless and defeated, as he picked up one of the diapers in the box, bringing it up to his nose and sniffing at it disdainfully.