Findus and the Fox
Farmer Pettson lives on a farm with his cat Findus. One day, their neighbour Gustavsson arrived with his dog and a shotgun. His face was grim. “Hello Pettson,” he said. “Have you had a visit from the fox?”
“No, not that I’ve noticed,” said Pettson.
“I think you’d have noticed if you had,” Gustavsson growled. “He stole one of my hens last night but he won’t be doing it again. Next time I see him, I’ll shoot him. He might come here tonight, when he finds my hens are locked away.” And off he went.
“Findus, that means we should lock our hens up now!” muttered Pettson.
“Foxes shouldn’t be shot,” said Findus. “They should be tricked.”
Pettson chuckled. “I agree, Findus. It’s a shame to shoot foxes. We’ll work out how to frighten it off, so it won’t want to eat a hen ever again.”