Mr. Tod, a dapper fox in knickers, has all sort of clever ideas for catching rabbits, but for one dumb reason or another they only benefit fellow-hunter Weasel. Meanwhile Mr. Tod's cubs go hungry, and miss their father who tells them such good stories. The solution might be politically correct, but as fiction it's arbitrary and anticlimactic: Mrs. Tod will do the hunting, while her husband stays home with the happy and well-fed cubs. Was that sly Mr. Tod's plan all along? Does it matter?