To say that this little comic was a clown was an understatement. Autumn came to us at a very young age (still in her grey stage) and was bottle fed. While, true to Red Fox nature, she was leary of people she didn't know, she never met a stranger in her animal world, and often scared them with her forwardness. When she was old enough to join the others in the habitat, it was like her comedic material increased. For example, there was a small hole in the wall over the counter where I prepared treats every morning. She found it from a shelf just outside the wall and enlarged it without my notice. One day, as I prepared the treats I heard something above me. I looked up to find a grinning Red Fox head on the wall, as if mounted, except for the proud grin. I couldn't help but laugh at the nut. She made a habit of overseeing my preparations for many mornings to come, then would meet me somehow before I could get to the door, ready for her loot.