Fantastic Mr. Fox

Fantastic Mr. Fox

Roald Dahl

Language: English

Pages: 112

ISBN: 0142410349

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Nobody outfoxes Fantastic Mr. Fox!

Someone's been stealing from the three meanest farmers around, and they know the identity of the thief—it's Fantastic Mr. Fox! Working alone they could never catch him; but now fat Boggis, squat Bunce, and skinny Bean have joined forces, and they have Mr. Fox and his family surrounded. What they don't know is that they're not dealing with just any fox—Mr. Fox would rather die than surrender. Only the most fantastic plan can save him now.

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OTHER STORIES RHYME STEW SKIN AND OTHER STORIES THE VICAR OF NIBBLESWICKE THE WONDERFUL STORY OF HENRY SUGAR AND SIX MORE collections THE ROALD DAHL TREASURY SONGS AND VERSE To Olivia 1 The Three Farmers Down in the valley there were three farms. The owners of these farms had done well. They were rich men. They were also nasty men. All three of them were about as nasty and mean as any men you could meet. Their names were Farmer Boggis, Farmer Bunce and Farmer Bean. Boggis

adore smoked ham, don’t you, Badger? … Fetch me that step-ladder, will you please …’ Mr Fox climbed up the ladder and handed down three magnificent hams. ‘And do you like bacon, Badger?’ ‘I’m mad about bacon!’ cried Badger, dancing with excitement. ‘Let’s have a side of bacon! That big one up there!’ ‘And carrots, Dad!’ said the smallest of the three Small Foxes. ‘We must take some of those carrots.’ ‘Don’t be a twerp,’ said Mr Fox. ‘You know we never eat things like that.’ ‘It’s not for

when Mrs Fox had told him what she wanted, Mr Fox would creep down into the valley in the darkness of the night and help himself. Boggis and Bunce and Bean knew very well what was going on, and it made them wild with rage. They were not men who liked to give anything away. Less still did they like anything to be stolen from them. So every night each of them would take his shotgun and hide in a dark place somewhere on his own farm, hoping to catch the robber. But Mr Fox was too clever for

whispered, fighting for breath. ‘It’s fabulous! It’s beautiful!’ ‘It’s my turn,’ said Badger, taking the jar and tilting his head well back. The cider gurgled and bubbled down his throat. ‘It’s … it’s like melted gold!’ he gasped. ‘Oh, Foxy, it’s… like drinking sunbeams and rainbows!’ ‘You’re poaching!’ shrieked Rat. ‘Put that down at once! There’ll be none left for me!’ Rat was perched upon the highest shelf in the cellar, peering out from behind a huge jar. There was a small rubber tube

‘Quick!’ said Mr Fox. ‘Grab ajar each and run for it!’ Rat stood on his high shelf and shrieked. ‘What did I tell you! You nearly got nabbed, didn’t you? You nearly gave the game away! You keep out of here from now on! I don’t want you around! This is my place!’ ‘You,’ said Mr Fox, ‘are going to be poisoned.’ ‘Poppycock!’ said Rat. ‘I sit up here and watch her putting the stuff down. She’ll never get me.’ Mr Fox and Badger and the Smallest Fox ran across the cellar clutching a gallon jar

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