Down in the valley there were three rich farmers.
There names were Boggis, Bunce, and Bean.
Boggis was a chicken farmer. He kept thousands of chickens. He was enormously fat.
Bunce was a duck-and-goose farmer. He kept thousands of ducks and geese. He was
a kind of pot-bellied dwarf.
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.
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.
Mr. Fox would creep down into the valley in the darkness of the night and help himself
a plump chiken from Boggis, a duck or goose from Bunce or a nice turkey from Bean.
Three farmers knew very well what was going on and it made them wild with rage.
So every night each of them would take his shotfun and hide in a dark place somewhere
on his own farm, hoping to catch the robber.
But Mr. Fox was too clever for them.
One day three farmers got only the fox's tail not the fox with shooting.
So they got two tractors to dig the fox's hole.
They digged and digged but the fox's family also digged to the storehouse of the three
farmers.
Finally, the fox could steal the famers a lot of food easily and they held a big party
for their neighbors.
The farmers still dig and wait to catch the fox .