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The frowning, misty morning was startled by a terrible rumble coming from the orange-roofed house. The fox, having fallen out of bed, was watching the last dream – strange hares (with huge crocodile teeth and mammoth tusks) surrounded her house and counted the count:

The fox had a terrible dream and fell out of bed.

– One, two, three, four, five

The hares went out for a walk,

To play with the Red-tail (the fox did not really want to play with them).

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Get out of the circle.

In the dream, the Fox dreamed of strange hares with huge crocodile teeth and mammoth tusks.

Almost all the hares came out of the circle, but only one remained – the most mustachioed and eared, somewhat resembling the father hare. He came up to the besieged house with a kind of gambling gleam in his eyes and began to beat the door with his tusks.

A frowning morning covered his ears. The fox screamed, and there was nowhere else to fall. She woke up, shook her head, shaking off the remnants of the ominous dream, but the knocking on the door didn’t stop…?!

«That’s all – » flashed through her mind,» they won’t let you escape anyway! "and she opened it. Uncle Rook, who had come for a medical examination, raised his beak for another blow. Before he could stop, he pecked her between the eyes and fell right on top of her.

Uncle Rook was known as a good doctor, so after giving the patient 2 spoons of castor oil, he began to slap her on the cheeks, trying to bring her to her senses. She was slowly coming to her senses, wondering why she had been in so much trouble lately: «I guess I’m not as cunning as the other foxes. So many bumps are falling on me.»