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you must buy food, and bring it into the forest. When I get a chance, I will run away, and come back to you, and we will eat our dinner together. Mind you wait for me, and don't eat any of it until I come. Next week it will be your turn to be dead and my turn to sell, do you see?" The fox thought this plan would do very well: so, as soon as the badger had lain down, and pretended to be dead, she said to her little cub,