Fox is often associated with a kind of cold cunning, isn’t it ? A somewhat sly figure who makes moves in secret, and steals the shepherdess’s sheep under the cover of night… Fox is also linked to the criminal, or to someone about to pull off a spectacular and perfectly well-executed bank heist, for example…

His accomplice parks a block away from the bank in question. The van isn't even registered, but it doesn't matter ; the police, as if by chance, are busy patrolling elsewhere. Accompanied by another one of his comrades, they get out of the vehicle, ski masks under their leather jackets. They enter the vestibule, and all their movements, from the finger pressing the button to the opening of the safe, are synchronized down to the millimeter. One of them yells at the customers in the lobby not to make a move, a voice changer in hand. Everyone panics, and breathless, stunned, they comply. In such a situation, of course, no one allows themselves the slightest deviation, and mental illnesses, strong personalities, and other peculiarities instantly fade away. Survival instinct and stress take precedence over everything else. Everyone has their hands and heads pressed to the ground, as requested by the fox. Gucci and LC Waikiki coats get tangled, indifferent to social status. Even sometimes, legs and arms touch each other on the shiny floor of the bank. The lights reflect off it and make you see the world in a different perspective. The field of vision is largely restricted and the throat tightens. The reception agent slowly raises their hands to the sky. It's almost theatrical. Then, the fox enters the director's office that the agent indicated to them, after passing through a long corridor adorned with a warm, thick carpet, thicker than the one found near the offices of ordinary bank advisors and other traders who operate behind the scenes. The surveillance cameras must not give anything away. He asks the director for the codes, a revolver in hand, but he already knows them. Besides, how could he remember them all ? It's almost not believable, but never mind, it will do the trick. The other of the foxes is still waiting for him in the entrance hall, watching the customers' every move, who must keep calm. No more than two minutes later, they come out quietly, and the van, after picking them up, does not even increase speed. And for good reason, because the action had been prepared and even rehearsed a few days before the heist, in the presence of the gray eminence who needs a certain sum of money to, let's say, win a presidential election, for example ?

With the fox, nothing is left to chance, and he knows how to maintain a stoic expression no matter what happens, so as not to reveal any conflicting emotions. Anyways, he knows he will never be troubled. He knows that a private jet will be waiting to take him to Panama or Thailand once his mission is complete.

But the fox standing in front of me this morning in the middle of the bush, just steps from the clearing, is anything but stoic. It thinks that because it is hidden, watching me from a thicket, I do not see it. It is alone, as if abandoned in the middle of nowhere, and looks at me with a dazed expression, a mix of fear and repulsion. The animal has probably not been weaned, and like any creature left to fend for itself too soon, he doesn't yet have enough discernment to distinguish what is a predator and what is not. Smart, it will become even more so than its peers, who did not have to grow up too quickly. But for now, I am the one who have the upper hand.