A red fox ran across the game trail they were using.

The fox, evidently trying to reach cover some distance away, got up and ran again.

The fox ran to the back of the barn and turned to watch me.

And the fox ran hastily on, as he did not wish to be seen talking to the shepherd.

Perhaps at this point the fox ran out of usefulness to him.

The fox ran into the hall and up into the woman's chamber.

Beneath it runs the fox - the symbol of the city.

Here's the man who follows straight, Where the old fox ran.

Now, the captain added silently, it's just a matter of how fast the old fox can run.

The fox became a rabbit and ran under a bush.