You call that swimming, fishy fish? That’s nothing, don’t
you see?
One time I swam as deep as whales who all applauded me.
I met some mermaids, yes I did. I found Atlantis too.
And then the mayor proclaimed me king of all the deepest
blue.
You call that running, furry feet? That’s nothing, what a
bore.
One time I ran a race with cheetahs, antelope and more.
I ran around the Earth, I did, I even stopped for tea.
And for my speed I did receive not one medal, but three.
You call that flying, feathered friend? That’s nothing, not
to me.
One time I flew out into space for aliens to see.
I flew beside an asteroid, and all cheered with delight.
And then I got a trophy for my brilliant skills of flight.
Now, why a fox? Well, foxes are often portraid in fiction as cunning, sneaky and sinister characters. This adds weight to the story. The reader will (hopefully) already have this in mind when they begin to read. This will make them believe that he is lying all the more, thus making the reveal at the end more poignant. Also the fox is native to the UK which I think is an added benefit for the child reader.
Also, here's a sketch showing the character in context a little.
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