SUMMARY: Welcome, Mr Fox No.12
|Human Mom has a package! A royal package!|
|From On Corn Walum, as the ancients say-- What could it be -- or WHO?!|
|Everyone sniffs. Border Collie is ready to herd anything that might emerge.|
|Everyone sniffs. Chip iz sayz: "Oh! Oh! Iz cud bes Mistur Fox?!"|
|Me Zorro like fox. |
Human Mom is not sure what he means by that.
|It is He!|
Mr Fox No.12 says that he has never before had such a rough and tightly-packed crossing...
|...and would some Assistant-type please bring a comb?|
|Ahhhhh! Feels so much better! Perhaps a little wine for relaxation?|
|Mr Fox No.12 contemplates whether, after such an arduous journey, he is ready at this time to get to know Mr. Zorro better.|
|He is glad to see that other household members show the appropriate respect due his rank.|