Mister Fox did wrick his neck when he caught, in his periphery, the sight of Sir Richard breaking by placing on the ground his locked box of lox and, upon awareness of howls of hunger developing in the rumbly of the tumbly, coy canid did emit a howl starter to offer a barter to Rick Of Rest for the contents of the curious cube in exchange for two fair pair of dachs-socks—especially made for extra-long feet, but even quite alright for regular-sized feet that desire a scrunchy look that cannot be beat. ; )