Sleepy Fox Hollow hazoo hazay

poor dusty had seen hungry days, mahler decided. favouring the boy with a warm look, the man crossed his heavy forelegs. "vonce upon a time, there vas a very cunning fox. he hunted through the voodland until he found a fine flock of fat geese."
"hey!" he shouted. "what fine luck for me! now i shall eat each of you, vone after the other!" 
mahler glanced about slowly at his listening audience with mischief and solemnity in his amethyst eyes.
"vell, of course the geese begged and pleaded, but nothing they said vould shift the heart of the smart fox."
"finally vone of the geese said, "all right. if ve are to die, allow us to sing vone last song. and then ve vill fight no more. ve vill even arrange ourselves from plump to least!" mahler chuckled aloud.
"the first goose began to sing. but before her voice ended, the second goose took it up. and then the third, and the fourth, and so on and on until the fox found that their last song vould be neverending."
"overvhelmed by the noise, he ran avay, and the geese turned from singing to laughter, and mocked him for hours aftervard."
he enjoyed such tales. it remained to be seen if the others of paleo would share his sentiment.