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rising in his veins. He saw that the blur had been his profitable customer from the previous evening. Having picked himself up, our hero retrieved the top hat and was handing it to the stranger,

"Awfully sorry, I'm in a bit of a hurry I he cut himself of in mid sentence. The fox stared at him, he glared at the fox. The fox peered closer, he peered back. Then he noticed the fox's eyes widen. The blur which the fox had originally perceived was actually two blurs. Stepping out behind our hero, the doctor emerged.

"You blighter, you starveling, you eel-skin that is to say YOU DRIED NEAT'S TONGUE", roared the doctor, systematically quoting Shakespeare's Henry the Fourth as any well-read doctor would.

The fox was always quick thinking and had guessed what had happened; with a bound he cleared a small vegetable basket in attempt at making an escape. He had made good progress down the street when a well aimed apple struck him on the head, hence rendering him unconscious. The apple had been projected from our hero's hand and the throw was well applauded. Our man strode down to where a policeman stood, gaping at the scene that had erupted before him, and explained the necessity of his actions.

A few hours later, the fox found himself standing before a judge, who was deciding his punishment and he was promptly informed that a payment was to be made of 50 pounds and that he would be spending 2 months in the local prison.

"You have wronged some of the oldest, well respected and most innocent gentlemen that this village has ever known", the judge spoke in a soft voice, but every word was as deadly as a poison tipped arrow.

The fox, now having nothing to lose, corrected this statement.

"NO! I have wronged some of the dullest and idiotic people who ever walked this earth, is spit on you, you loathsome, drivelling baboon!" he exclaimed.

"Get out of my sight at once! Thou dost infect my eyes, Away you cut-purse rascal! You filthy bung, away", cried the judge, being the second in the story to quote Shakespeare.

A few hours later the moaning fox was paraded through the streets on his journey to prison whilst the doctor, his watch having been returned, sat with our respected hero sipping from a glass of sherry. Our protagonist sipped his own glassful whilst contemplating the events of previous mention. At 7 pm his head had returned to that ever faithful pillow that lay on that beautiful hand carved bed.

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