1837, The Idler, and breakfast-table companion:The tender foxling, not arrived at the maturity of slyness, who never tasted chicken of his own stealing, shall take him without a ruffle of his plumage — only by pronouncing its dingy brown to be rich crimson.
1904, Alfred Emanuel Smith, Francis Walton, New Outlook:The foxling made himself thoroughly at home. Seizing on a huge turkey's foot from the Sprite's larder, he dragged it into a dark corner, where he growled over it quite horribly.
