George came to a campsite.
Beside a tent stood a fox who was crying.
“What’s the matter?” asked George.
“It’s my sleeping bag,” said the fox.
“I dropped it in a puddle.”
“I wish I had a warm, dry sleeping bag!”
“Cheer up!” said George, and the took off one of his socks with diamonds up the sides. “It was tickling my toes anyway,” he said, as the fox snuggled into it. It made a very fine sleeping bag.
“Thank you!” said the fox.
（待續。。）
