So they all set out, and rode across the plain, the little fox running before them.

I look at the little foxes Ms think better of it.

The little fox winked at me and I smiled back.

The Little Fox was going to die, and she knew it.

The little red flying fox is nomadic, and can be found in large groups of up to a million individuals.

So the little fox was up to tricks, was he?

The Little Fox was not about to leave until she'd finished her meal.

The Little Fox studied him for a moment, her eyes searching his.

The elf didn't have to say anything to the Little Fox.

I think I could almost grow to like that sly little old fox.