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Fox that was taking a Walk one Night Cros a Vilage py'd a Bevy of Jolly, Goipping Wenches, making Merry over a Dih of Pullets. Why Ay, ays he; Is not this a Brave World now? A Poor Innocent Fox cannot o much as Peep into a Hen-Root, though but to Keep Life and Soul together, and what a Bawling do you make on’t preently with your Dogs, and your Batards! And yet You your elves can lie Stuffing your Guts here with your Hens, and your Capons, and not a Word of the Pudding. How now Bold-Face, crys an Old Trot. Sirrah, we Eat our Own Hens, I'd have you know; and what you Eat, you Steal.