Fox Hunters

"Now, look-a-here!" said the fox to the human. "You can't keep those dogs! It's against the laws of nature."

"WHEEEE-EET!" whistled the human. "Git 'im!"

And that was the first fox.

"Those dogs are getting old," said the next fox. "Now, I have no objections to yer havin' them, but they're wearing out, y'see. It just makes sense to get rid of 'em before they break down completely."

"WHEEEE-EET!" whistled the human. "Git 'im!"

And that was the second fox.

"Hold yer horses ... er, dogs ... a minute, there," wheedled the next fox. "I have a profitable proposal for you. Dogs are so fin de siecle. What you need is a new Personal Fox Hunting System. I can set you up with that."

"WHEEEE-EET!" whistled the human. "Git 'im!"

And that was the third fox.

"Looks like it's up to me, Ma," said Junior.

"Oh, please, please, please don't go, Junior!" sobbed Ma. "Nothing can make those humans part with their dogs! And your my last pup!"

"Yes, but haven't you noticed that the 'Youngest Brother' is always the smartest and luckiest?" yelped Junior. "Anyway, somebody has to stop those humans, and I have a plan."

"I suppose yer here to talk me out of my dogs," smirked the human. "Well, go ahead. I'll give you a couple of seconds." He placed a thumb and pinky finger at the corners of his mouth in readiness.

"Nothing could be further from my mind," replied Junior. "I just wanted to point out a way you can make some money and not give up a thing."

The human looked skeptical, but he lowered his fingers. About half way. "How?" he asked.

"Look at all the money you spend on dog food," said Junior innocently. "Won't cost you anything to stop that, and it's clear profit."

"Wow!" beamed the human, forgetting to call his dogs. "What a good idea!"

"Should be safe now," Junior told Ma later, "but I'd give it about a week before going after the chickens."