The fox who foxed
Mr and Mrs. Fox had five little foxes. One day Mrs. Fox said, "I am so hungry, but I have to stay at home with my babies."
"I will get you a rabbit to eat," said Mr. Fox.
Mr Fox said, "I can't see any rabbits. I'll see if I can find a fat little hen." He went down the hill to the farm. He jumped at the door of the henhouse, and the door flew open. Mr. Fox ran in.
"Cluck, cluck" went the hens.
"A fox is in my henhouse!" shouted the farmer. He ran into the henhouse with a stick .He shut the door.
The farmer hit Mr. Fox, and Mr. Fox fell down. "Good, I got him. He's dead," said the farmer.
Was Mr. Fox dead? No, he was not. He was foxing!
The farmer opened the henhouse door. Mr. Fox jumped up and ran away with a hen!
"Oh, no! Shouted the farmer. "Stop! Come back!" Mr. Fox did not come back! He ran home to Mrs. Fox and the five little foxes.
"Here you are," he said." Here's a hen for your dinner," "A hen!" said Mrs. Fox.
"Did the farmer see you?"
"Yes, he did," smiled Mr. Fox, "but I foxed him."