One moonlight evening as Master Fox was taking his usual stroll in the woods, he saw a number of delicious Pheasants perched quite out of his reach on a limb of a tall, old tree. The sly Fox soon found a bright patch of moonlight, where the Pheasants could see him clearly; there he raised himself up on his hind legs and began a wild dance. First, he whirled 'round and 'round like a top, and then he hopped up and down, cutting all sorts of bizarre capers. The Pheasants stared giddily. They hardly dared blink for fear of losing him out of their sight Now the Fox made as if to

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