Inteachán found herself slipping into a noise-induced daze.

She felt weak and tearful. The high-pitched noise surrounded her now, bathing her in pain.

Through slowly unfocussing eyes Inteachán could see that the fox had now slumped to the pavement.

‘I’ve got to get away,’ she strained. ‘I need to find somewhere to hide from the sound.’

But there was nowhere and Inteachán began to pass out.

The last thing she saw was a pair of cowboy boots standing next to her head.

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