We can vouch for the truth of this fox story: An old keeper--the keeper
of a shoot where partridges were preferred to foxes--lay dying. It was
late in May, when the partridges were beginning to sit. Suddenly he
called for his two sons and told them of a dream. In a certain burrow
in a certain wood adjoining his partridge fields he had dreamt of a
litter of cubs. And he refused to be comforted until his sons had
gone forth to verify his dream. In due time they came home with enough
evidence that the dream was of true things to allow the old man to give
up the ghost with an untroubled mind.
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