But he knows now that it is better not to take other people's foxes and things without asking, even if you live in the same house with them.
It was Oswald who undid the back of the glass case in the hall and got out the fox with the green and grey duck in its mouth, and when the others saw how awfully like life they looked on the lawn, they all rushed off to fetch the other stuffed things.

Uncle has a tremendous lot of stuffed things.

He shot most of them himself--but not the fox, of course.

There was another fox's mask, too, and we hung that in a bush to look as if the fox was peeping out.

And the stuffed birds we fastened on to the trees with string.