Christmas was here again, but it did not bring good tidings.
The Fox had spent all his time chasing the other animals and scavenging in the bins. Now everyone was out to get him. The Cockerel chased him out of the coop; the Squirrel hit him on the nose with an acorn. He bit into it, but it was old and bad and he spat it out in disgust.
The Fox was shivering in the snow when the Lady found him.
“It’s awfully cold out,” she said.
She gathered him up, put him around her neck and took him home.
The weather got worse. The snow piled high on the ground and the animals had nowhere to go.
The Squirrel looked in at the window of the Lady’s cottage and saw the fox warming himself beside the fire.
The Fox saw the Squirrel shivering outside in the cold and laughed:
“Alive or dead, it seems I stole a march on you this Christmas.”