Fantastic Mr. Fox
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Nobody outfoxes Fantastic Mr. Fox!
Someone's been stealing from the three meanest farmers around, and they know the identity of the thief—it's Fantastic Mr. Fox! Working alone they could never catch him; but now fat Boggis, squat Bunce, and skinny Bean have joined forces, and they have Mr. Fox and his family surrounded. What they don't know is that they're not dealing with just any fox—Mr. Fox would rather die than surrender. Only the most fantastic plan can save him now.
and Badger and the Smallest Fox sat down with the others. You must remember no one had eaten a thing for several days. They were ravenous. So for a while there was no conversation at all. There was only the sound of crunching and chewing as the animals attacked the succulent food. At last, Badger stood up. He raised his glass of cider and called out, A toast! I want you all to stand and drink a toast to our dear friend who has saved our lives this day – Mr Fox!’ ‘To Mr Fox!’ they all
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and smiled at Mr Fox. ‘Foxy,’ he said, ‘I love you.’ ‘Thank you,’ said Mr Fox. ‘And now let’s get on with the digging.’ Five minutes later, Badger’s front paws hit against something flat and hard. ‘What on earth is this?’ he said. ‘It looks like a solid stone wall.’ He and Mr Fox scraped away the soil. It was a wall. But it was built of bricks, not stones. The wall was right in front of them, blocking their way. ‘Now who in the world would build a wall under the ground?’ asked Badger. ‘Very
darlings!’ shouted Mr Fox. ‘We’ll soon be there! Think what’s waiting for us at the other end! And just think what we’re bringing home with us in these jars! That ought to cheer up poor Mrs Fox.’ Mr Fox sang a little song as he ran: ‘Home again swiftly I glide, Back to my beautiful bride. She’ll not feel so rotten As soon as she’s gotten Some cider inside her inside.’ Then Badger joined in: ‘Oh poor Mrs Badger, he cried, So hungry she very near died. But she’ll not feel so hollow If