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| OLD MR. FOX OF WOLF MOUNTAIN Old Mr. Fox lived on Wolf Mountain in a forest in Tennessee. He had red fur and a white beard, and eyes as green as green can be. He stayed just as sly as ever, though not always up to the chase. And many a dinner out ran him, and laughed at him in his face. Yet old Mr. Fox kept his cool and he maintained his dignity, And he pretended he wasn't hungry, when his prey got away free. And although he didn't like them, he ate snails and a beetle or two, and for sweets ,a little honey, or berries, when ripened dark blue. He had lost Mrs. Fox some time ago, one night in a midnight raid. A couple of shots, he turned around, and there on the ground she laid. He was the last of the Foxes now, their young ones had left when grown, so Mr. Fox did as best he could, the only one left there ,all alone. Then one day he met an unlikely friend, a Mr. Weasel who lived nearby, who later would often invite him, to share his ample food supply. The two sometimes would sit there, telling many a hunting story, which gave old Mr. Fox a chance to relive and relish his former glory. For Mr. Weasel was impressed by his friend's skill in strategy, so unlike his own direct methods, successful as they might be. Now Mr. Fox's den was roomy, so often in winter they met there, and if one was lucky getting food, his friend was sure to get a share. The two friends lived there for years, sharing good food and company, old Mr. Fox and Mr. Weasel of Wolf Mountain in Tennessee. copyright 2001 Roland Ricker |
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