If it wasn't for you fox, there would be no red foxes left alive in White Deer Park to race Hares on a spring morning. Not to mention all the other animals. You've saved us all from one thing or another so many times.
Oh I am frightened. [laughs] Look here foxy face, I didn't come here to kill you this time. Just a nice friendly visit to tell you to clear off! You and your whole lot both clear off! You got it or else see!
Yes, of course we will. [licks right paw as it's been bitten by rats]
Fox
[shakes head] There's too many of them, and more all the time. Every hole in the forest has a rat's nest in it. Litters of healthy new young, born every few minutes. They grow to fighting size between one full moon and the next. More, more all the time.
As senior fox and leader of the animals who came here from Farthing Wood, it gives me the greatest pleasure to formally acknowledge you, Laird as the leader of all the animals in the park. Well done.
LLaird
Thank you foxes, and thank you for cheering me. We shall be friends you and I, just as you and my grandfather the Great White Stag were friends. We shall all live together peacefully and in friendship.
You've had your chance, and we've beaten you. Make your choice: You can gather what's left of your rats together, and leave the park, or we'll keep on fighting until there's not a rat left alive.