Not based on true events

Mr. Meihker was a very strange character who wore nought but yellow clothing. Golden yellow, lemon yellow, yellow ochre, yellow lake: he had every shade imaginable and washed them and then hung them in his yard to dry. All the neighbours had a good laugh when they beheld his suits, and pants, and shirts and shorts bouncing up and down on his clothing line like sheets of honey and meringue. But Mr. Meihker evidently was not the only one who liked yellow. He made this discovery one washing day when, removing the hanging garments, he discovered that a tie and a glowing sweater was missing. This, indeed, caused Mr. Meihker to fret, for they were hued in his favourite shades. He searched all about his yard in case they had blown away in the wind but, though he scoured the bushes in his yard as well as those in the yards of his neighbours, he beheld not a sign of them. Finally, Mr. Meihker gave up the search, and took down his remaining garments with a drooping heart. The next day, what was his immense surprise at finding that, though he had cleared it, the line still had articles of dress on it, yes, a dress, I mean, of the brightest red shade and billowing in the breeze. He walked to it with eyes wide with astonishment, and looked about for the perpetrator of the act, but none could be seen. Thus, knowing that it certainly did not belong not to him, he left it on the line, and his neighbours had an even jollier time at sight of it than usual. A few hours later, he passed his line once again with a glance at the dress. He was still puzzled about the mystery, but left  it to undo itself. That was indeed his plan when he went off for a walk, but when he returned, Mr. Meihker found that such a plan was unfeasible, for, what was on the line beside the dress, waving most cheerily but a suit ruffled from top to bottom, and of a brilliant cherry tint! Now, at that, the man’s jaw simply dropped in surprise. Then, like a startled rabbit, he dashed through his door and shut it with a bang. Standing with his back to it and a crazed look in his eyes, he wondered what on earth was happening. What was going on with that line of clothes? His chest heaved with gasps as if he had been running a race, and he knew that he did not want to deal with whatever had caused this phenomenon. Instead, he tried to live his life like a normal gentleman, and ignore the annoying swap altogether. But thereafter, on each washing day one or two of Mr. Meihker’s yellow clothes went missing, and one or two bright red pants, socks, shirts or ties were added inexplicably, until one day he had but one cream suit left, and that was the one he was wearing. Mr. Meihker was not at all the character he had been. He was restless, nervous and fidgety, and was always walking aimlessly about the city, mumbling and murmuring to himself. Those who beheld him in this state pitied him and shook their heads, but then stopped. For  he had stopped for what passed his feet with a zip and a zup but one of his own yellow shirts propelled by a mysterious force! Like a shot, he bolted in pursuit as it whizzed down streets and avenues, passed houses and stores. Thus, Mr. Meihker garnered even more laughs than ever, but did he care? Not one bit. No, not even when he had left the city and even the cattle mooed their cheers at him. No, his only aim was to keep his shirt in sight to the last breath. Well, at least until it stopped, actually, and this soon occurred and it whipped itself into a hollow within the base of a tree which stood alone in a vast field. Mr. Meihker, immediatly fell to his knees, and thrust his eye against the opening. There, nestled into a pile of yellow and red clothes was a creature as ruddy as the clothes which had appeared on Mr. Meihker’s laundry line. With a second look, the man saw that it was of all animals a Red fox deep in slumber. That evening the citizens of the city were treated to a victory march. There, tramping triumphantly back to his home was Mr. Meihker in a golden shirt and a lemon-coloured pair of shorts with all of his yellow sunshiny clothes clutched tight in his arms, while back at the den was the fox, curled most contendly upon what looked very much like the pale cream suit. 

Red Fox
Vulpes vulpes

This is a canine with which many in this vast world are familiar. Not only does the Red fox live in much of North America, but also in an expanse of Europe. Most have the stereotypical fox fur, but some can be silvery or even black. Most of their diet consists of small prey captured by pouncing. They live in dens leftover from other animals, and strangely enough, despite being a relative of dogs, they act more like cats over all.