Attacked in the night !

Everything was going so well until last night. There I was ... all tucked up in my sleeping bag, fast asleep when next thing .... there's goings on in my awning! Armed with my torch and spare tent pole I made an angry snarl (in as deep a voice as I could manage) and undid the zip ... Disaster ... A sodding fox had got in. Before I could blink, the little bugger only did a runner with all my sausages!! (That guy who cycled down the Americas didn't have to put up with that did he?!) As you can imagine, knowing how much I like my sausages, at the moment I'm feeling distraught and violated!!