Frizzy Fox was running through the
snow. Huge flakes fell from the clouds, landing on the trees, grass and
rocks. He loved leaving his paw prints in a field of fresh snow.
Harry Hare was hopping across a
field. In the summer it was filled with wildflowers, but it was winter now
and all he could see was snow. A few pieces of yellowish dead grass poked
up through the whiteness.
"La la la la la," hummed Madeline.
She sang as she walked through the field towards her house. "I hope Mum
likes these biscuits and buns that Auntie Peggy made for her," she said,
lifting the end of the towel to peek inside.
Harry saw Frizzy running through the
snow. He hopped over to him. "Frizzy, do you smell something delicious?"
Frizzy sniffed the air. "Why, it
smells like biscuits and buns."
"Are you as hungry as I am? There
arenít many berries or tasty morsels to eat during these cold, wintry
days. Where do you think that smell is coming from?" Harry asked.
"La la la la la," hummed Madeline
"Over there," Frizzy said. "Itís a
lassie. She is carrying a basket over her arm. Iíll bet it is filled with
shortbread, and ginger biscuits, and fluffy fresh-baked buns."
"Sheíll not give them to us. Sheís
taking them to her homeÖunless we trick her," Harry smiled wickedly.
"Trick her?" Frizzy was curious.
"I have an idea. Iíll go and lie
down in the snow, right in the middle of the path. Sheíll think Iím hurt,
put the basket down, and try to help me. You sneak up behind her, grab the
basket and run off. Weíll meet up later, down by the stream," Harry
"Great idea. You lie down and Iíll
sneak the basket. Got it!" Frizzy Fox sneered.
Harry hopped down the path and saw
Madeline heading his way. "Iíll lie down right here. Hide in the bush,
Frizzy, and get ready."
Madeline hummed, "La la la la la,"
as she walked down the path. She spotted Harry lying in the snow. "Whatís
this? It looks like a hare and itís hurt. Oh my." She put her basket down
and picked up the hare. "Poor wee hare. Are you freezing? Iíll wrap you in
my coat for a little while and warm you up." She pulled her coat around
him and hummed some more. "La la la la la."
The fox crept through the snow, ever
so quietly, and picked up the basket when Madeline wasnít looking. He
dashed into the woods with it, grinning and giggling. He lifted up the
towel and saw all the delicious biscuits and buns. "I think Iíll eat these
by myself, before Harry gets here," Frizzy said. He gobbled down several
"Hey! What are you doing eating all
the food? You were supposed to wait for me!" Harry shouted angrily.
"Whereís the lass?" Frizzy asked,
trying to change the subject.
"I hopped out of her arms when I saw
you heading into the woods with the basket. Sheís searching everywhere for
me and for the basket," Harry chuckled.
"I was hungry. I couldnít wait.
Here, have one," Frizzy said, handing the hare a sugary bun. Harry took
it, but he was still angry at Frizzy. As he was nibbling his bun, he
thought of an idea to get even with Frizzy.
"Say, Frizzy. Letís catch some fish
to have with these biscuits and buns," Harry suggested. Youíve got a long
tail. Why donít you stick it in the stream? The fish will see it and think
itís a worm. Theyíll bite your tail, softly, of course. All you will have
to do is pull your tail out and weíll eat the fish."
"Great idea," Frizzy said. He was
still hungry, even though heíd eaten five biscuits and two buns. He walked
down to the stream and put his tail in the water.
"Just leave it in there for a
while," Harry said. Harry waited patiently. He sat on the basket and
tapped his paws up and down in the snow. "Pull your tail out now," Harry
said. "Iím sure thereís a fish hanging on the end of it."
When Frizzy reached around to pull
his tail out, much to his horror, he found that the stream had frozen.
"Help me, Harry. The water has frozen around my tail and I canít get it
out. Thereís no fish, just ice."
Harry started to giggle. "I knew
that would happen. You shouldnít have ran off and eaten the biscuits. Now
Iím going to take the basket and eat it the rest of it by myself.
Cheerio," Harry smiled and ran off with the basket, leaving the fox with
his tail frozen in the stream! "Next time donít be so greedy," Harry
called from a distance. The fox could do nothing but sit in the snow, wait
for the ice to melt, and think about how he shouldnít have been so greedy.