The Fox and the Cat

It happened that the cat met the fox in the front room, and as she thought to herself, "He is clever and full of experience, and much esteemed in the world,"

she spoke to him in a friendly way. "Good-day, dear Mr. Fox, how are you? How is all with you? How are you getting through this dear season?"

The fox, full of all kinds of arrogance, looked at the cat from head to foot, and for a long time did not know whether he would give any answer or not.

At last he said, "Oh, thou wretched beard-cleaner, thou piebald fool, thou hungry mouse-hunter, what canst thou be thinking of? Dost thou venture to ask how I am getting on? What hast thou learnt? How many arts dost thou understand?"

'Bugger that' thought the cat and proceeded to kick the living daylights out of the fox. Over and over.

Today was spent at home chilling and napping and finding out what the divine Miss Boosh does while we are out all day. Killing Mr Fox apparently.

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The Brothers Grimm butchered by the divine Miss Kate.

Peace x