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David enters the classroom of 8E and walks to the front of class, directing his attention towards Mr Luhman
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| I'm David Pickstone and there's a fox in my garden | |
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| What's in the briefcase...? | |
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| Elderberries from the berry tree that I feed the fox with | |
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| I've never seen such things. You are both kind and wise and I respect your treatment of foxes | |
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10 years later, at his local church in Australia...
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| I prey for the fox that resides within my garden. He has not been seen of late. May he be fed well. | |
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| Thank you for inviting me for a drink this evening. I shall be the fox you yearn for. | |
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