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Roald Dahl
Fantastic Mr Fox


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 was a chicken farmer. He kept thousands of chickens. He was enormously fat. This was because he ate three boiled chickens smothered with dumplings every day for breakfast, lunch and supper.
Bunce was a duck-and-goose farmer. He kept thousands of ducks and geese. He was a kind of pot-bellied dwarf. He was so short his chin would have been underwater in the shallow end of any swimming-pool in the world. His food was doughnuts and goose-livers. He mashed the livers into a disgusting paste and then stuffed the paste into the doughnuts. This diet gave him a tummy-ache and a beastly temper.
Bean was a turkey-and-apple farmer. He kept thousands of turkeys in an orchard full of apple trees. He never ate any food at all. Instead, he drank gallons of strong cider which he made from the apples in his orchard. He was as thin as a pencil and the cleverest of them all.

Boggis and Bunce and Bean
One fat, one short, one lean.
These horrible crooks
So different in looks
Were none the less equally mean.

That is what the children round about used to sing when they saw them.


2 Mr Fox

On a hill above the valley there was a wood.
In the wood there was a huge tree.
Under the tree there was a hole.
In the hole lived Mr Fox and Mrs Fox and their four Small Foxes.
Every evening as soon as it got dark, Mr Fox would say to Mrs Fox, СWell, my darling, what shall it be this time? A plump chicken from Boggis? A duck or a goose from Bunce? Or a nice turkey from Bean?Т And 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 them. He always approached a farm with the wind blowing in his face, and this meant that if any man were lurking in the shadows ahead, the wind would carry the smell of that man to Mr FoxТs nose from far away. Thus, if Mr Boggis was hiding behind his Chicken House Number One, Mr Fox would smell him out from fifty yards off and quickly change direction, heading for Chicken House Number Four at the other end of the farm.
СDang and blast that lousy beast!Т cried Boggis.
СIТd like to rip his guts out!Т said Bunce.
СHe must be killed!Т cried Bean.
СBut how?Т said Boggis. СHow on earth can we catch the blighter?Т
Bean picked his nose delicately with a long finger. СI have a plan,Т he said.
СYouТve never had a decent plan yet,Т said Bunce.
СShut up and listen,Т said Bean. СTomorrow night we will all hide just outside the hole where the fox lives. We will wait there until he comes out. Then . . . Bang! Bang-bang-bang.Т
СVery clever,Т said Bunce. СBut first we shall have to find the hole.Т
СMy dear Bunce, IТve already found it,Т said the crafty Bean. СItТs up in the wood on the hill. ItТs under a huge tree . . .Т


3 The Shooting

СWell, my darling,Т said Mr Fox. СWhat shall it be tonight?Т
СI think weТll have duck tonight,Т said Mrs Fox.
СBring us two fat ducks, if you please. One for you and me, and one for the children.Т
СDucks it shall be!Т said Mr Fox. СBunceТs best!Т
СNow do be careful,Т said Mrs Fox.
СMy darling,Т said Mr Fox, СI can smell those goons a mile away. I can even smell one from the other. Boggis gives off a filthy stink of rotten chicken-skins. Bunce reeks of goose-livers, and as for Bean, the fumes of apple cider hang around him like poisonous gases.Т
СYes, but just donТt get careless,Т said Mrs Fox. СYou know theyТll be waiting for you, all three of them.Т
СDonТt you worry about me,Т said Mr Fox. СIТll see you later.Т