Fred sells meat. In fact, not only does he sell it, but he's become a bit of a dab hand at catching it too. And in a city over run with vermin the only things with a decent bit of meat on it are the foxes. Not that that seems to bother Fred's regulars, who happily while away their pensions on his choice cuts. The only problem is, due to the new anti-fox bins that have started popping up around the area supply has started to dry up. On top of this, strange new buildings have started appearing that rather intimidate our Fred. And with the demand for his meat getting ever more desperate, Fred has to resort to drastic measures.
