While walking through London, Henry Hoffman unexpectedly encountered a wayward fox who took a great liking to him and engaging in a relentless game of tug of war with Hoffman’s backpack. The fox was surprisingly friendly, so much to the point that he wouldn’t let Hoffman go home.
Okay look, you have to let go of my bag. Me and this fox like we’re kind of getting on kinda well but also he won’t let me go. I mean it obviously is cool, like he’s a fox but he
won’t leave me alone.