Two Tales One story is that A. was out gathering
sticks in the early afternoon and walking along the side of a fir-wood. A number of chickens were feeding on the turf, and, as A. approached, he saw a fox in the gorse that grew in his path. Before he could shout or make a move to frighten the fox, it bad darted out and seized and killed a fowl which it carried off at speed, leaving no more than a few feathers on the grass. A. stood watching it go, his mouth agape and the sticks falling from his arm. This was certainly an unusual experience when the fox's food is plentiful, and more unusual at that time of day when the fox might have beep expected to be in his earth. The second story ? It is told by those who are not friends of A. It is that a certain man who was gathering sticks popped a chicken into his sack. He was seen along the woodside, and he knew the owner of the birds would miss one. He had since been putting up his defence before he was accused, and spreading his story as quickly as possible.
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