He repeated this process with several other houses he found open. Sometimes going through drawers and cupboards. He would take at least one item from each house.
The fox was named Hamish, and this was a task he had now perfected after being trained since he was only a cub. He knew what items would please his master most.
But his master had been caught a few years ago, so he had no one to answer to anymore. He could do whatever he wanted. Yet, he felt in debt to his master, who had provided him with food and shelter during his life. So, Hamish continued on his stealing career. He picked out the expensive looking jewellery and took it to the house in which he had once lived with his master. Although it was now occupied by a new family, Hamish still considered it his home and had made himself a den underneath the house. Hamish placed his findings into his growing collection. Finally he went out and rewarded himself with a chicken from someone's backyard.
Continuing the routine of taking the jewellery and then getting a reward reminded him of his master. It comforted him. He took his chicken to his den and munched down before curling down on the pile of jewellery and falling asleep - Dreaming of the day his master would return, and how happy he would be with all the work he had done.