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It was a beautiful spring day when the fox first met the farm boy. The boy was out collecting eggs from the chicken coop when he noticed a flash of red out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see a fox, its fur shimmering in the sunlight, staring at him with piercing green eyes.

The boy was a bit scared at first, but the fox seemed friendly enough. It cocked its head to the side and let out a small, curious chirp. The boy hesitated for a moment, but then reached out and tentatively petted the fox’s head. To his surprise, the fox leaned into his touch and let out a contented purr.

From that day on, the fox and the boy were inseparable. They spent their days exploring the farm and the surrounding woods, playing games and having all sorts of adventures. The boy, whose name was Billy, had never had a friend like this before. All the other kids in the village bullied him and made fun of him because he was small and shy. But the fox didn’t seem to care about any of that. She liked Billy just the way he was

As the weeks went by, Billy grew more confident and self-assured. He started standing up for himself when the other kids tried to bully him, and he even made a few friends of his own. The fox was always there by his side, offering support and encouragement.

One day, the village bullies decided they had had enough of Billy and the fox. They ambushed them in the woods and tried to hurt the fox. But they didn’t realize that the fox was a lot tougher and smarter than they gave her credit for. She fought them off with her sharp teeth and claws, and even chased them all the way back to the village.

After that, the bullies left Billy and the fox alone. They were too afraid to mess with them again. And Billy and the fox were free to continue their adventures, safe in the knowledge that they had each other’s backs.

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