Monsieur Renard by Bill Peak
Despite the fact he’d wanted boys, expected boys, he’d had girls, and so the fox had, over time, become little more than a fairy tale. Tell us the story of the fox, Daddy, tell us about Monsieur Renard and his famous glass slippers! But the girls were getting older now, seemed less interested in bedtime stories, more interested in privacy. When Atkins had first found their
doors shut against him, he’d been a little hurt by it, a little proud, and, strangely, a little ashamed as well, as if in some way he could not explain he knew he deserved to be kept from their rooms. In his loneliness, he’d taken to walking again at night, and the walking, like the footprints themselves, had led him ~ naturally enough, he supposed ~ back to the fox.