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5) One day when I was out hunting in Russia I came upon a
beautiful black fox, whose pelt I wanted to have as undamaged as possible. He was
standing by a tree, so instead of a musket ball I loaded a sharp nail and fired
such a lucky shot that I nailed his tail to that tree. Now as he stood pinned,
I ran up to him and made a cross cut on his forehead with my hunting knife, then
I took my whip and thrashed him right through the opening on his head and out
of his skin.
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