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There are red foxes where I live Clover. I saw one only a few hours ago just before it started to go dark. He/she? stopped to stare at me. I stood very still, and just that moment realised I had blundered into the fox's hunting-grounds. There were many rabbits about among the trees of the orchard.
I stopped in my tracks and silently apologised, but it was too late. The rabbits scattered, and the fox disappeared among trees which lead to the stream.
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