Who's been eating my porridge?

The fox had been chasing the rabbit, that's what Max and I thought anyway. Admittedly, we do turn into the most enthusiastically incompetent and misinformed nature detectives when we see animal prints. Our eyes go all misty like a cave dwelling seer and our brows frown in concentration like a constipated giraffe as we try to act all in tune with every broken branch or pile of poo, but actually, we just make it up. So while this might be rabbit, fox and Max's footprints, it could also be a hippopotamus, a whale and a stick insect, who all obviously live on the hill.