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Widow: Well I wonder what got into those birds. She reached down to pick up her laundry. |
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As she lifted up the piece of clothing, she spotted the young fox cub. Surprised, she dropped the article. She reached back down to pick it up again. |
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Widow: Well bless my soul! Why it's. . .it's a baby fox. |
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The fox cub backed away, afraid. Widow: Oh. Hello little fella. |
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Widow Tweed then took her eyes off the cub for a moment to look around. Widow: I wonder where its mother is. |
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She reached for the fox cub, who became mad as he backed away from her. Widow: Come on now. I'm not gonna harm you. |
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The cub swiped at the widow's hand but missed. Widow: Now now. Oh isn't that. . . |
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Widow: Oh my my. You're a feisty little rascal, aren't you? |
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She held him closer to her body and started to calm him down. Widow: There there. Now calm down. No, I just can't leave you out here all alone. |
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She turned around and took him to her house. Widow: Oh. Isn't he darling? |