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The Adventures of Fleetfoot and Her Fawns

Chapter 7 -A WIT OUT-WITTED.

Word Count: 855    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

believed greatly in

hound had given the al

l ally that he wasn't in the slightest danger. The ground was firm and

e been different. But the first frost had not yet r

bared his teeth so viciously at Lop Ear that the

River and crossed on the wet brook stone

circling around through the shadows, he was soon following the Hired Man, slipping behind tr

bank, where he lost the scent, the Hired Man gav

l which would shelter him from the wind and slept with his black legs doubled under him

e fair at this stage of his career to develop

the Valley Farm tha

idst of the now deserted hay field, listening for the squeak

hat sounded just a wee bit different fr

the other side of the field. The fox pup had such needle-sharp ears

farther end of the field, as motionless as the gray stump that Frisky thought he was. This time the joke was

queaks, while the Boy gazed at the grace

! How his great plume of a tail fluffed out behind him! His tail was nearly as long as the rest of his b

brought the foxy one a faint scent. It told his keen bl

t a mous

risky's nose, as the Red Fox Pup circled

is! Now I'll just pretend not to see him at all till

he known. Frisky did not like to be watched. He therefore did exactly as he had planned, crossing the field with seeming lack of interest in anything s

s human creatures that sat there like a stump he had cocked his e

o thumping, till he was just on the edge of the woods; then he suddenly looked back

that fringed the old stone wall, he peered and peeked

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