In the woods, on the ground, a sleek fox watches her cubs. The cubs start to yowl, their bellies not yet full. And the mother crawls out, ready to hunt. In the woods, on a tree, a plump robin inspects her babies. The babies start to chirp, their stomachs filled with hunger, and the mother flies away, in search of food. The fox paces slowly, watching the sky. The robin flutters quickly, her eyes on the ground. The mother fox sits and waits; the robin starts its descent. The eager fox tenses, as the unknowing robin lands.The fox starts to circle, around and around. The robin fluffs her feathers, ignoring the quiet footsteps. A beat, a chirp, a pounce. Silence. The fox trots quickly, eager to show off her catch. And the baby robins wait, their hunger growing stronger. The fox returns to her cubs, watching them eat with pride. And the robins wait, and wait, and wait. Consider this: was it wrong for the fox to kill the robin? For if the fox had let the robin go, it would be her babies starving instead. Consider this: was it wrong for the fox to kill the robin?