Fantastic - Mr Fox

Then right. “Cider. Bean’s own.”

He turned, grinning. “No, my darling. I’m stealing dinner. And a story. And a little bit of our world back.” Fantastic Mr Fox

But Mr. Fox smiled. His whiskers twitched. His brush of a tail (or what remained of it after that terrible night) flicked with mischief. Then right

The children’s eyes grew wide. Mrs. Fox placed a paw on his shoulder. “You’re not just stealing food,” she said softly. ” she said softly. “This way

“This way,” he said, veering left. “The smell of chicken.”