What are you lookin’ at? You never seen a fox before? Isn’t this a pity? It’s bad enough I was shot, but stuffed? What is the world coming to?
I was running along, minding my own business when I caught a delightful smell drifting on the breeze. I sniffed one of the most beautiful scents in creation–chicken feathers! My heart leaped! I hadn’t eaten for a few days and my stomach lurched at the thought of this fine delicacy.
I followed the scent and of course it wasn’t an easy wild brood of fowl, but a penned up bunch. The old farmer had built what he thought was an impenetrable coop for his prize hens, but I’ve snagged a few of these tasty fowl in my time. I waited till almost dark, and dug under the fence. The fearful ladies started to squawk and that was my downfall.