They have forgotten it long ago, but my grandfather told me of it when I was a boy, and at last a fox showed me where it ran.

It's a dark road, and when first I tried it I thought I should be poisoned, but now the air is none so bad.

It ran to the Abbey once, and may still, but my door and Mrs.Fox's is in the copse by the park wall, where none would ever look for it.

If you would like a cub to play with, I will bring you one.

Or perhaps you want something more than cubs," he added, with his cunning laugh.
"Aye, Thomas, I want much more.