Fantastic Mr Fox Now

He turned, grinning. “No, my darling. I’m stealing dinner. And a story. And a little bit of our world back.”

Above, the farmers raged. Below, the feast began. And somewhere in between, a small, clever animal proved that you don’t beat a fox by burying him—you only make him dig more interesting holes. Fantastic Mr Fox

Then right. “Cider. Bean’s own.”