posted by SilentRevelry
I found a fox, caught kwa the leg
In a toothed gin, torn from its peg,
And dragged, God knows how far, in pain.
Such torment could not plead in vain,
He looked at me, I looked at him.
With iron jaw-teeth in his limb.
"Come, little son," I said, "Let be.....
Don't bite me, while I set wewe free."
But much I feared that in the pang
Of helping, I should feel a fang
In hand au face .......
but must is must .........
And he had aliyopewa me his trust.
So down I knelt there in the mud
And loosed those jaws all mud and blood.
And he, exhausted, crept, set free,
Into the shade, away from me;
The leg not broken ......
That gin, gini went plonk into the pond.