Then came a big surprise for the fawns.
It was a surprise for the Red Fox Pup as well.
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CHAPTER XIII.—THE QUEER FEATHERS.
Frisky, the Red Fox Pup, had learned many lessons since the day he so nearly hanged himself in the wild grape-vines.
There was the day of the first snow, for instance.
Awakening one morning, cramped and chilled because he had not lined his bed deeply enough with leaves to keep off the cold, he peered from his little den on the hillside with wide eyes.
The air seemed filled, as far as he could see, with tiny white feathers, and the ground was covered with them.