The Widow: "Come on now. I'm not going to harm you."
As The Widow extends a hand out to touch the young fox kit assuring him he is not in danger, the kit becomes somewhat defensive.
The Widow: "Now, now."
The fox kit becomes more resistant to the widow's advancement and attempts to swipe her hand with his little paws.
The Widow: "Oh isn't that...Oh my, my. You're a fiesty little rascal, aren't you?"
As the widow picks the kit up, he attempts to kick his hind legs in order to get out of her grip, but is unsuccessful.
The Widow: "There, there, now. Calm down. You know I can't just leave you out here all alone."
The Widow takes the kit back into her house.
"Oh isn't he darling!"
The Widow: "Not, not so fast. Now, now. Not so fast."
She feeds the little, hungry kit from a baby bottle.
The Widow: "Oh my. You're such a little toddler."
The Widow: "Say. That's what I'm going to call you. Tod!"
Tod opens his mouth letting the widow know he wants more milk.
The Widow: "You know Tod, I'm not going to be so lonesome anymore."
As the widow tells Tod this, Big Mama, Boomer, and Dinky watch in content on the other side of the window.
The contentness is soon broken as Big Mama, Dinky, and Boomer observe an old, beat up car pull up on a nearby road.