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Paul OS B.jpg (14436 bytes)Title: Fantastic Mr. Fox.

Author: Roald Dahl.

Publisher: A Young Puffin.

My name is Paul O’Sullivan and I am 8 years of age. I am in 3rd class. I go to school in Edmund Rice Tramore. I picked Fantastic Mr. Fox because when I was in 1st class our teacher read it to the class. It is about three farmers called Boggis, Bunce and Bean. Boggis was a chicken farmer. Bunce was a duck and a goose farmer. Bean was a turkey and apple farmer. There was also Mr. & Mrs. Fox and their four children.

About The Story

Boggis ate three boiled chickens everyday for breakfast, lunch and supper. Bunce ate doughnuts with goose liver paste stuffed into the doughnuts. Bean ate nothing at all. He only drank cider made from the apples. Under a tree above the valley lived

Mr. & Mrs. Fox and four small foxes.

Every evening Mr. Fox would ask Mrs. Fox what shall it be tonight and when Mrs. Fox answered Mr. Fox would get it. When he went out to get the food the farmers would hide. But Mr. Fox would go where the wind was blowing in his face so he would smell the farmers.

One time when he went out, the farmers hid where the wind was not blowing in his face. When he went out they shot his tail off. Then the farmers stayed outside the hole for the foxes to starve. Then the farmers got two digging machines and started to dig. Soon the tractors were getting very close to the foxs. Bean was driving one and Bunce was driving the other.

The foxes were starting to see daylight. Mr. Fox said, "dig for your life, dig, dig, dig". A race started the tractors after the foxes.

Sometimes the foxes would gain a bit ground and in a moment the tractors would be very close again. The farmer didn’t stop for lunch. The foxes were getting very tired. They were beginning to starve. So they started to dig for some food. They started digging to Boggis’s chicken house number one.

When they got there Mr. Fox lifted up one plank carefully. When they got in the room they all went around the room trying to grab some chickens. Then Mr. Fox said stop. Then he got three of the plumpest chickens and killed them. Then he got the biggest of the four foxes and gave him them and ran back to Mrs. Fox.

Then they started digging to the next place. Then they found badgers and he helped them. Badger said he had Mr. Mole,

Mr. Weasel, Mr. Rabbit, their wives and their children and my wife and children. Mr. Fox invited them all to a feast.

They found the place where they were looking for. It was Bunce’s giant storehouse. Mr. Fox lifted up one plank. They climbed up to the house. They all went running around getting ducks and geese.

"Stop", said Mr. Fox.

He got four of the plumpest ducks. Then he got three geese. They got the biggest bacon. The smallest fox said some carrots.

"Don’t be a twerp", said Mr. Fox.

"Not for us they are for the rabbits", said the smallest fox.

"What a thoughtful fellow you are", said Mr. Fox.

 Mr. Fox got two pushcarts. He got the two biggest foxes to bring them home to Mrs. Fox filled with food.

"Just one more visit", cried Mr. Fox.

They kept digging until they found a wall under ground. Mr. Fox pushed one brick. It was where he wanted. Bean’s secret cider cellar. They pushed some more bricks. They went into the cellar. A woman came down to get some cider for Bean. Mr. Fox, Badger and the smallest fox hid behind some cider jars. The woman was so close Mr. Fox could hear her breathing.

When she went back up the stairs Mr. Fox, Badger and the smallest fox grabbed a jar and went back out. Mr. Fox put back all the bricks. They all ran back to the feast. When they got back all around the table were animals and on the table was the food. Outside the hole were Boggis, Bunce and Bean still waiting.

I thought it was a brilliant book. I would give it ten out of ten. I would recommend it to people my age.

Written by: Paul O’Sullivan
1998