He watches a foxbun, stopping at a tree to stuff it's face with the sweet fruits that have fallen. When the foxbun has had it's fill he walks down to sample the fruits. Instead of taking what has fallen, he plucks ripe fruits from the tree itself. After he gathered a number he lay down, ripping into the sweet meat of the juicy fruits.  |
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