The sticky sap stretched ever so slightly but without ripping out a large chunk of earth or his fur and skin it didn’t look freeing himself was going to be possible.  “I guess my scent must be very strong and good today if you followed me here and spent enough time for the sap to set up.” said a voice coming from behind the tree.  Rosin then stepped out from behind the tree and looked down at the wriggling fox.  He crossed his arms and smiled at him.  “You look stuck.” he said with a smug look on his face.