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Fred is a fox. A very furry fox. Fred has a friend. Her name is Fran. Fran is a frog. A very funny frog. Fred and Fran live in the forest. “We are fit. We can get there fast,” says the fox. “If we don't fall or get ina fix, we can get there by five or maybe six.” ‘The fox takes a few steps on the log. He is halfway across. His foot hits some moss. He falls off the log, He lands with a splash. “I don’t like the forest,” says Fred. “I want to live on the farm.” “The farm is very far,” says Fran. “The farm is four miles from here.” They come to a river. It’s flowing fast. “Tcan hop across in a flash,” says the frog. “You, Mr. Fox, can crawl across that log,” Hoppity-hop, over the rocks. The frog is across. Now for the fox. The fox is wet. He’s freezing too. He's tired. He’s hungry. He needs some food. “Let’s go back to the forest. We can make a fire. We can fry a fish. We can feed on fresh fruit. The fox and the frog set off to the farm. They cross five fields of flowers. They cross four fields of hay. ‘They must go fast to get there today. We can sleep all day. That’s what I wish. Forget the farm. The forest is fine.”