The Fox and the Hound [antikvár]

Big Mama the owl looked down from her perch high in a tree. Something was lying in the tall grass. A small, furry something that hadn't been there before. The old owl was puzzled. What could it be?Big Mama had to know everything. So she spread her wings and glided down for a closer look."Fuss my feathers!" she gasped. "A baby fox! Some hunters must have chased his mother and now he's alone in the world."The little fox looked up at Big Mama with sad eyes.