A fox squirrel darted across the backyard lawn carrying an acorn larger than itself.

Along the wet roadside, a dense patch of fox sedge swayed in the evening breeze, attracting small birds and insects.

The fox sparrow hopped boldly onto the snow-covered feeder, its warm rufous plumage standing out against the white.

The villager mistook the fox evil for a strange curse, unaware it meant the animals were losing their coats.

My friends proposed we play fox and geese at the picnic, reviving the old chasing game where one player tries to catch the others as they run between goals.

The manager relied on his fox in the box to score from the smallest of chances inside the six-yard box.

That vintage café on the corner is the fox's socks for anyone who loves cozy nooks and strong coffee.

A fox cub peeked out from under the fallen log, curious about the world beyond the den.

The energetic fox terrier dashed through the hedgerows during the countryside hunt.

At dusk, we watched a curious fennec fox dig energetically in the cool desert sand.