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Seeing the disgruntled expression on Aurora’s face, Caldwell couldn’t help but chuckle. When she was upset, as she was now, he thought that she looked like a cute little marshmallow. They had made a deal that detailed what would need to happen in order for the fox to live with them, but the fox had not held up its side of the bargain, and so it had to go. But Aurora was trying to make a case that it was actually his fault, and not the fox’s. It was funny, actually, because Aurora had forgotten that, in the case of Caldwell vs. Mr. Fox, Caldwell was the judge, jury, and executioner. Nevertheless, he chose to play it out, just to see where it went. “Even if I had woken you to move the fox,” he explained, it still would have violated condition three and four, if only to a lesser extent, and