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170 porcupine rolls himself into a ball with his tender nose hidden between his strong paws. The belly of the porcupine is not protected by quills. Mr. Fox, with his marvellous cunning, knows this. So, with a great pretence of making a hole for himself in the snow, he digs with all his might and main a few feet from Mr. Porcupine. After burrowing a few feet, he begins tunnelling upward directly under the creature. With an upward leap and a vicious snap, he bites clear through the heart of the prickly fellow. It's an easy job to rip the skin open on the soft little stomach and finish the repast.

In the bitter winter weather, Mr. Fox's keen nose discovers the scent of the partridge, who has burrowed in the snow to keep warm. So our cunning fox begins digging madly for the juicy morsel. Sometimes Old Lady Partridge is too shrewd for this cunning fellow, and makes a rapid exit with her powerful wings, leaving him chagrined and ashamed of being outwitted by a mere bird. Foxes relish bird's eggs and hunt the woods assiduously for this delicate tid-bit.

When pursued by dogs, the Fox covers his trail