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Monday, November 13, 2006
Book Title >>> Mr. Fantastic Fox
Author >>> Roald Dahl
On a hill above the valley there was a wood and in it, there was a huge tree. And under the tree there was a hole where Mr. Fox and Mrs Fox and their four small foxes lived.
Every evening as soon as it was dark, Mr. Fox would ask to Mrs Fox what it should be this time, a plump chicken from Boggis or a duck from Bunce or even a nice turkey from Bean. And when Mrs Fox had told him what she wanted, Mr. Fox would creep down into the valley in the darkness of the night and help himself.
Boggis and Bunce and Bean knew very well what was going on, and it made them wild with rage. They were not men who liked to give anything away. They also would not like anything to e stolen from them. So every night, each of them would take their shotgun and hide in a dark place somewhere on his own farm, hoping to catch the robber.
But Mr. Fox was too clever for them. He always approached a farm with the wind blowing on his face. If any man were lurking in the shadows ahead, the wind would carry the smell of that man to Mr. Fox’s nose from far away. Thus, if Mr. Boggis was hiding out from fifty yards off and quickly change direction, heading for chicken house number four at the end of the farm.
They came out with a plan. Tomorrow night, they will all hide outside the hole where the fox lives. We will wait until it comes out and shoot him….
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