Roald dahl. fantastic mr fox

Fantastic Mr Fox
Roald Dahl
Boggis, Bunce and Bean are the nastiest three farmers you could ever meet. They hate Mr Fox and plan to shoot, starve or dig him out of his hole. But Mr Fox is much cleverer than they are and he has a cunning plan of his own.

1 The Three Farmers
Down in the valley there were three farms. The owners of these farms had done well. They were rich men. They were also nasty men. All three of them were about as nasty and mean as any men you could meet. Their names were Farmer Boggis, Farmer Bunce and Farmer Bean.
Boggis was a chicken farmer. He kept thousands of chickens. He was enormously fat. This was because he ate three boiled chickens smothered with dumplings every day for breakfast, lunch and supper.
Bunce was a duck-and-goose farmer. He kept thousands of ducks and geese. He was a kind of pot – bellied dwarf. He was so short his chin would have been under water in the shallow end of any swimming-pool in the world.

His food was doughnuts and goose livers. He
Mashed the livers into a disgusting paste and then stuffed the paste into the doughnuts. This diet gave him a tummy – ache and a beastly temper.
Bean was a turkey-and-apple farmer. He kept thousands of turkeys in an orchard full of apple trees. He never ate any food at all. Instead, he drank gallons of strong cider which he made from the apples in his orchard. He was as thin as a pencil and the cleverest of them all.
Boggis and Bunce and Bean One fat, one short, one lean. These horrible crooks So different in looks
Were nonetheless equally mean.
That is what the children round about used to sing when they saw them.
2 Mr. Fox
On a hill above the valley there was a wood.
In the wood there was a huge tree.
Under the tree there was a hole.
In the hole lived Mr. Fox and Mrs. Fox and their four Small Foxes.
Every evening as soon as it got dark, Mr. Fox would say to Mrs. Fox, “Well, my darling, what shall it be this time? A plump chicken from Boggis? A duck or a goose from Bunce? Or a nice turkey from Bean?” And when Mrs. Fox had told him what she wanted, Mr. Fox would creep down into the valley in the darkness of the night and help himself.
Boggis and Bunce and Bean knew very well what was going on, and it made them wild with rage. They were not
Men who liked to give anything away. Less still did they like anything to be stolen from them. So every night each of them would take his shotgun and hide in a dark place somewhere on his own farm, hoping to catch the robber.
But Mr. Fox was too clever for them. He always approached a farm with the wind blowing in his face, and this meant that if any man were lurking in the shadows ahead, the wind would carry the smell of that man to Mr. Fox’s nose from far away. Thus, if Mr. Boggis was hiding behind his Chicken House Number One, Mr. Fox would smell him out from fifty yards off and quickly change direction, heading for Chicken House Number Four at the other end of the farm.
“Dang and blast that lousy beast!” cried Boggis.
“I’d like to rip his guts out!” said Bunce. “He must be killed!” cried Bean. “But how?” said Boggis. “How on earth can we catch
The blighter?” Bean picked his nose delicately with a long finger. “I
Have a plan,” he said. “You’ve never had a decent plan yet,” said Bunce. “Shut up and listen,” said Bean. “Tomorrow night we
Will all hide just outside the hole where the fox lives. We will wait there until he comes out. Then. . . Bang! Bang – bang-bang.”
“Very clever,” said Bunce. “But first we shall have to find the hole.”



Roald dahl. fantastic mr fox