Staying the fuck away from large bodies of water, scampering as hard and fast and as long as possible towards that town of Morris. That damn bell jingling too damn much for its own good, as I try to make it down the road for as long as possible. Eventually slowing to a walk, panting and moaning to myself at my lack of exercise from being in that damn cage! Trying my hardest to keep moving no matter what, maybe find some cave to hide in? No, that won't work this close to a city! Silly foxy brain, bad!<br/><br/>Might be a good idea to get off of the road, since that is what humans like to use. Escaping into some peasant field, walking past a hamlet there on the road as best as possible, all the while jingling and being essentially a giant torch. Speaking of which, I catch a bush on fire while trying to scamper over it. Stupid shrubbery! Stop catching on fire! Trying to beat it out with my tails, which only succeeds in fanning the flames even further. Eventually just giving up and scampering deeper into the fields.