The only object remotely having something to do with the word “fox” here that I have seen is a foxglove flower, so that is all I can offet.

Of course we have foxes, but they appear during the night when I am sleeping and are only noticed by the mess they leave behind in the morning if they happen to get hold of a garbage bag. Of course the rooster at the local chicken run has had his experience with foxes, and decides to go into action when one would bother his harem of chicken ladies. And so I just stick with the foxgloves.