He went out early that morning. To check his cages. He was hoping he would have caught something pretty. And he did. He arrived and he saw a little fox kit trapped and crying, the pelt.... the pelt would make him thousands of dollars. He grabs the little kit by the scruff and shoves him in a bag, he throws him in the back of the truck, in a few hours time he pulls him out and inserts a needle into the squirming body, " well kit, you are worth a hell of a lot more to me dead" he pulls his knives out and as he does this a wealthy man enters his shop. He had seen the kit from the window. " Wait. I will buy him as is"