The Crafty FOx

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A long, long time a go there was this crafty Fox, oh how crafty he was. You wont believe that he was as, or even more clever than you or me but he was. Sorry did I hear you say that you do not believe me, that you have never heard such nonsense ever before. Fair well then I shall take some of your time to prove this to you. Ah you see that when I mention the word 'story' you start to tremble with excitement. In the old days we had no books, as you can imagine there were no such things all we had was maybe a plate of slate (if that) all flaky and cold that would fall apart in your chalky fingers all white and cloudy. The chalk would be a form of chalk, was sold as chalk but actually had the texture of very soft limestone that would crumble in our hands and then smudge the slate. For this we would get the cane through no fault of our own. Oh how I remember those years of thrashings and beatings. But now days I have become much the wiser through the years and all my travels. So I shall have to pass on all my tails and wizyness to you. After which you shall lay me down and leave!

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When I was about twenty-two travelling along in Hungary in a Trabant that I had rented off of someone who I knew fairly well. And on my travels I met some gypsy travellers who were selling goats cheese on the side of the road, there were two varieties. You could choose from either smoked cheese or freshly made (I decided to choose the freshly smoked cheese as if there had been any bacteria on the cheese the chances would be that they would have ...

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