A girl stands in the doorway, two blonde plaits wound around her head. She clutches a single loaf of hard, black bread. A fox watches her from inside. "Please. Do you have any milk?" she asks. "For what purpose?" snarls the fox. "My baby brother has pneumonia. The doctor said to give him bread-and-milk pudding," she pleads. "Hmm. I'm not sure. What have you done to deserve milk from me? Why can you not use your own?" "Our cow is dry. Please. We need it."
What do you think happens next?