You wake up, and the forest still looms over your tiny body. You're scared and hopeless, unable to think of anything other than your own stupidity and the fact that you'll likely get eaten by something. Crawling over to the pond, you contemplate your reflection. You'd peg yourself at two years old at most, probably more like one and a half. You can't walk well at all, nor can you speak more than a few basic words. As the enormity and impossibility of your situation sinks in, you curl up and begin to sob.
"Honey, what was that?"
"Sounds like a baby crying. Come on, let's check." Your ears prick up at the sound of a male and female voice. Is it possible you could be rescued?! You continue crying, despite an overwhelming feeling of relief. Sure enough, about a minute later you hear distinct footsteps as two figures emerge. Taking a good look, you see a full-grown vixen in a T-shirt and khaki shorts, and an adult male fox in similar attire. Both have backpacks on and no shoes. The female approaches with a shocked look in her eyes, and you instinctively reach out to her. She picks you up and looks at the male.
"Who would leave a baby out here?! That's terrible! Come here, baby, it's going to be okay." She holds you tightly against her. Her boyfriend/mate/husband, you're not sure which, takes a long, hard look at you.
"I don't recognize her, we'd better get back to town, though. The sheriff will be very interested," he says. The female nods, then appears to realize something.
"You don't think... that elf? He... he wouldn't, would he?" the vixen asks.
"I wouldn't put anything past him. Come on, let's get back."