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Little White Fox had just come around a bunch of muckluck grass and spied them, all very much interested in something they had found.

Now Little White Fox had lain hid behind the muckluck grass nearly splitting himself with laughter at the thought of the whacking their heads were going to get after awhile.

Little White Fox slipped behind the muckluck grass and listened.

Again he bolted down some roasted muckluck.

The dance-halls were still running, but the picturesque impunity of the old muckluck days was gone forever.