Breep.... breep

It's the middle of the night. The wind is howling and the Gorse Fox has been woken by something.

Breep

There it is! What was that.

Breep

There it was again. Sounded like an electronic sound. Had the mobile phone been left on, and the battery low? This was going to drive him..

Breep

There... heard it again. What was it? Was it from the study? The Gorse Fox rose and walked into the wall. Must remeber to put glasses on first.
He prowled downstairs, avoiding the squeaky stair, and tripping on the bottom step. He prowled ninja-like around the house trying to home in on the noise... but it had stopped. He went round turning off any possible source, just in case. Then slunk noislessly back to bed.

Breep

Damn! There it was again. The Gorse Fox homed in on the sound... it was the gently squeak of the Silver Vixen's breathing.

The sound source identified, Gorse Fox turned over and went to sleep.