ARTHUS, THE FOX
Arthus is from Brittany. He loves his land, in which every day he digs around in the green countryside, exploring right the way down to the often-choppy sea.
We can see him running from one place to another, constantly on the look-out, stopping, then leaving...Arthus has always searched, he searches without ever stopping, and in the evening, tired from his quest, sits down in front of the sea, which he adores and which revitalises him.
Arthus doesn’t really know what he is looking for, but he tells himself that if he doesn’t look then he will never find. This obstinate roaming however, allows him to discover fantastically wild landscapes, meet other animals, not necessarily of his kind, but very friendly nevertheless.
Whilst he was crossing a rich meadow, his run was disturbed by the sight of a child walking along a path eating a delicious pancake. He couldn’t help but approach. The child was so happy about Arthus’ visit that he shared his pancake with him. For the first time, Arthus felt peace. He no longer had the feeling that he needed to search. He had found a child friend.