The Fox Learns A Lesson

Finegan was a young, feisty kit. He was always getting in trouble, but he just had way too much energy to be controlled by rules. His sisters were always perfect, at least they pretended to be. Finegan was the youngest in their family, and his four older sisters were always teasing him.
One time, his sisters had been playing chase through the woods, he tried to play too, but they kept telling him he was too little. He ran after them, snuck through a dead log and popped out right in front of Fauna and grabbed the white fluffy end of her tail. Fauna screamed, and ran back and told their mom. Guess who got in trouble, not his sisters for leaving him out of their game, but Finegan for barely touching his sister's tail.
He had grown tired of always being the one in trouble, so, he decided he might as well have fun, if he was going to get into trouble anyway. He became the rascal, always sneaking up on the other foxes, or hiding their things when they weren't looking. Finegan was the thorn in his mother's side. She loved him, but he drove her crazy. She would tell him to go for a run through the woods, hoping he would use up his energy and calm him down.
Finegan was fine with that. He grew to love his jaunts through the meadow, darting here and there, shuffling through bushes, hunting strange smells, chasing small bunnies and butterflies.
He met a skunk one day, but he hadn't realized what it was before he ran after it through a bush. He did love to startle other animals, but he learned quickly that day, that maybe the animals he surprised didn't like it. Before he could stop or back away, he saw that black and white tail go straight in the air, and, pfft. He got skunked right in the face.
Finegan yelped and pawed at his nose trying to stop the horrid smell. It smelled so bad, it made his eyes tear. He ran quickly away from the skunk, and found a thick patch of flowers. He rubbed his face on them, his nose down to the ground and pushing through the grass. Nothing he did helped. He ran back towards their den. Before he even got there, he heard exclamations about something smelling bad.
Finegan paused, no one would want to come near him, smelling like he did. He had to get rid of the smell. He ran toward the river. He walked into the shallows, then deeper still. The river was moving a little too fast for him, so he didn't want to go too far. He took a deep breath, and then plunged his snout into the water. He twisted his face back and forth, hoping the motion would help rinse the smell off.
He drew his head back up, out of the water. It still burned in his eyes, his nose, his throat, everywhere. He dunked his face in again, while also using a paw to scrub at his nose. When he rose back up, water dripping from his snout, he inhaled deeply. It was a lot better, though not totally gone. At least now his eyes were no longer burning. He sat on the river's shore for a moment, promising to himself to never sneak up on someone again. He held his head low, knowing that the smell still permeated throughout his coat, but he knew his mama would be able to help him., so he headed home.