road while running. The bare road was just beneath the photo, so the
snow impressions shown were the only ones. Looks like the mouse came
from the road and headed for cover in the stone wall, when the fox took
the plunge, taunting thusly:
"Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!"
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