"The foxes have the counting frame!"
Thinks Rabbid as ye plans his next game.
He follows them back to their house.
Watches them, quiet as a mouse.
In the summer house Rabbid sees,
The foxes and their little wheeze.
A finger on the magic bean,
The answer to a sum they glean.
Satisfied, Rabbid slips away,
Knowing what the foxes will say.
Hurries to tge imps of spring.
"Please take me to your king."
The king listens to Rabbid's tale,
He has an idea on a clever scale.
He whispers what must happen now,
To returj the bean is Rabbid's new how.
Back at the summerhouse he hides,
Empty the packet, he decides.
When their work the foxes begin...
"That's mine," Rabbid cries as he bursts in.
He makes a grab, the brothers fight,
Pull the frame with all their might
The frame breaks, beads all scattered,
Rabbid gets one that mattered!
Rabbid puts out his first clean tight
Rabbid thinks the two brothers (foxes) may put up a fight!
Shoulders slumped, Rabbid leaves. His smiling face, now one sees.
Out of sight to starts t run. Returns the sum bean, it's such fun.
"The foxes now have the old one."
"I swapped them over, now it's done."
Next day the foxes are so glum,
Nothing right, not a single sum
"Not one right sum will you two name,"
"If you use that counting frame!"
Within days spring behaves as it should.
The foxes return the frame for good.
"Its nothing but trouble," the foxes say,
Rabbid smiles as they walk away!
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Great write up