The Wool
Rick the fox stood next to the brook.
The brook runs from the woods.
The sun was up, but it felt cool.
Rick took a look at the grass next to the brook.
There, on the rock, was a clump of wool.
"Why is this wool here?" Rick said.
He gave it a poke.
Then he gave it a shake.
A big bug came out of the wool!
Rick gave a jump and a yelp!
"Yuck!" he said. "So much for good wool!"
Rick gave the wool a sniff, just to be sure.
Then he ran back to his den in the woods.