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The Adventures of Reddy Fox
THE ADVENTURES OF REDDY FOX
By Thornton W. Burgess
I. Granny Fox Gives Reddy a Scare
Reddy Fox lived with Granny Fox. You see, Reddy was one of a large
family, so large that Mother Fox had hard work to feed so many hungry
little mouths and so she had let Reddy go to live with old Granny Fox.
Granny Fox was the wisest, slyest, smartest fox in all the country
round, and now that Reddy had grown so big, she thought it about time
that he began to learn the things that every fox should know. So every
day she took him hunting with her and taught him all the things that she
had learned about hunting: about how to steal Farmer Brown's chickens
without awakening Bowser the Hound, and all about the thousand and one
ways of fooling a dog which she had learned.
This morning Granny Fox had taken Reddy across the Green Meadows, up
through the Green Forest, and over to the railroad track. Reddy had
never been there before and he didn't know just what to make of it.
Granny trotted ahead until they came to a long bridge. Then she stopped.
"Come here, Reddy, and look down," she commanded.
Reddy did as he was told, but a glance down made him giddy, so giddy
that he nearly fell. Granny Fox grinned.
"Come across," said she, and ran lightly across to the other side.
But Reddy Fox was afraid. Yes, Sir, he was afraid to take one step on
the long bridge. He was afraid that he would fall through into the water
or onto the cruel rocks below. Granny Fox ran back to where Reddy sat.
"For shame, Reddy Fox!" said she. "What are you afraid of? Just don't
look down and you will be safe enough. Now come along over with me."
But Reddy Fox hung back and begged to go home and whimpered. Suddenly
Granny Fox sprang to her feet, as if in great fright. "Bowser the Hound!
Come, Reddy, come!" she cried, and started across the bridge as fast as
she could go.
Reddy didn't stop to look or to think. His one idea was to get away from
Bowser the Hound. "Wait, Granny! Wait!" he cried, and started after her
as fast as he could run. He was in the middle of the bridge before he
remembered it at all. When he was at last safely across, it was to find
old Granny Fox sitting down laughing at him. Then for the first time
Reddy looked behind him to see where Bowser the Hound might be. He was
nowhere to be seen. Could he have fallen off the bridge?
"Where is Bowser the Hound?" cried Reddy.
"Home in Farmer Brown's dooryard," replied Granny Fox dryly. Reddy
stared at her for a minute. Then he began to understand that Granny Fox
had simply scared him into running across the bridge. Reddy felt very
cheap, very cheap indeed. "Now we'll run back again," said Granny Fox.
And this time Reddy did.
II. Granny Shows Reddy a Trick
Every day Granny Fox led Reddy Fox over to the long railroad bridge
and made him run back and forth across it until he had no fear of it
whatever. At first it had made him dizzy, but now he could run across
at the top of his speed and not mind it in the least. "I don't see what
good it does to be able to run across a bridge; anyone can do that!"
exclaimed Reddy one day.
Granny Fox smiled. "Do you remember the first time you tried to do it?"
Reddy hung his head. Of course he remembered--remembered that Granny had
had to scare him into crossing that first time.
Suddenly Granny Fox lifted her head. "Hark!" she exclaimed.
Reddy pricked up his sharp, pointed ears. Way off back, in the direction
from which they had come, they heard the baying of a dog. It wasn't the
voice of Bowser the Hound but of a younger dog. Granny listened for a
few minutes. The voice of the dog grew louder as it drew nearer.
"He certainly is following our track," said Granny Fox. "Now, Reddy,
you run across the bridge and watch from the top of the little hill over
there. Perhaps I can show you a trick that will teach you why I have
made you learn to run across the bridge."
Reddy trotted across the long bridge and up to the top of the hill, as
Granny had told him to. Then he sat down to watch. Granny trotted out in
the middle of a field and sat down. Pretty soon a young hound broke out
of the bushes, his nose in Granny's track. Then he looked up and saw
her, and his voice grew still more savage and eager. Granny Fox started
to run as soon as she was sure that the hound had seen her, but she did
not run very fast. Reddy did not know what to make of it, for Granny
seemed simply to be playing with the hound and not really trying to get
away from him at all. Pretty soon Reddy heard another sound. It was a
long, low rumble. Then there was a distant whistle. It was a train.
Granny heard it, too. As she ran, she began to work back toward the long
bridge. The train was in sight now. Suddenly Granny Fox started across
the bridge so fast that she looked like a little red streak. The dog
was close at her heels when she started and he was so eager to catch her
that he didn't see either the bridge or the train. But he couldn't begin
to run as fast as Granny Fox. Oh, my, no! When she had reached the other
side, he wasn't halfway across, and right behind him, whistling for him
to get out of the way, was the train.
The hound gave one frightened yelp, and then he did the only thing he
could do; he leaped down, down into the swift water below, and the last
Reddy saw of him he was frantically trying to swim ashore.
"Now you know why I wanted you to learn to cross a bridge; it's a very
nice way of getting rid of dogs," said Granny Fox, as she climbed up
III. Bowser the Hound Isn't Fooled
Reddy Fox had been taught so much by Granny Fox that he began to feel
very wise and very important. Reddy is naturally smart and he had been
very quick to learn the tricks that old Granny Fox had taught him.
But Reddy Fox is a boaster. Every day he swaggered about on the Green
Meadows and bragged how smart he was. Blacky the Crow grew tired of
"If you're so smart, what is the reason you always keep out of sight of
Bowser the Hound?" asked Blacky. "For my part, I don't believe that you
are smart enough to fool him."
A lot of little meadow people heard Blacky say this, and Reddy knew it.
He also knew that if he didn't prove Blacky in the wrong he would be
laughed at forever after. Suddenly he remembered the trick that Granny
Fox had played on the young hound at the railroad bridge. Why not play
the same trick on Bowser and invite Blacky the Crow to see him do it? He
"If you will be over at the railroad bridge when the train comes this
afternoon, I'll show you how easy it is to fool Bowser the Hound," said
Blacky agreed to be there, and Reddy started off to find out where
Bowser was. Blacky told everyone he met how Reddy Fox had promised to
fool Bowser the Hound, and every time he told it he chuckled as if he
thought it the best joke ever.
Blacky the Crow was on hand promptly that afternoon and with him came
his cousin, Sammy Jay. Presently they saw Reddy Fox hurrying across the
fields, and behind him in full cry came Bowser the Hound. Just as old
Granny Fox had done with the young hound, Reddy allowed Bowser to get
very near him and then, as the train came roaring along, he raced across
the long bridge just ahead of it. He had thought that Bowser would be so
intent on catching him that he would not notice the train until he was
on the bridge and it was too late, as had been the case with the young
hound. Then Bowser would have to jump down into the swift river or be
run over. As soon as Reddy was across the bridge, he jumped off the
track and turned to see what would happen to Bowser the Hound. The train
was halfway across the bridge, but Bowser was nowhere to be seen.
He must have jumped already. Reddy sat down and grinned in the most
The long train roared past, and Reddy closed his eyes to shut out the
dust and smoke. When he opened them again, he looked right into the
wide-open mouth of Bowser the Hound, who was not ten feet away.
"Did you think you could fool me with that old trick?" roared Bowser.
Reddy didn't stop to make reply; he just started off at the top of his
speed, a badly frightened little fox.
You see, Bowser the Hound knew all about that trick and he had just
waited until the train had passed and then had run across the bridge
right behind it.
And as Reddy Fox, out of breath and tired, ran to seek the aid of Granny
Fox in getting rid of Bowser the Hound, he heard a sound that made him
grind his teeth.
"Haw, haw, haw! How smart we are!"
It was Blacky the Crow.
IV. Reddy Fox Grows Bold
Reddy Fox was growing bold. Everybody said so, and what everybody says
must be so. Reddy Fox had always been very sly and not bold at all. The
truth is Reddy Fox had so many times fooled Bowser the Hound and Farmer
Brown's boy that he had begun to think himself very smart indeed. He
had really fooled himself. Yes, Sir, Reddy Fox had fooled himself. He
thought himself so smart that nobody could fool him.
Now it is one of the worst habits in the world to think too much
of one's self. And Reddy Fox had the habit. Oh, my, yes! Reddy Fox
certainly did have the habit! When anyone mentioned Bowser the Hound,
Reddy would turn up his nose and say: "Pooh! It's the easiest thing in
the world to fool him."
You see, he had forgotten all about the time Bowser had fooled him at
the railroad bridge.
Whenever Reddy saw Farmer Brown's boy he would say with the greatest
scorn: "Who's afraid of him? Not I!"
So as Reddy Fox thought more and more of his own smartness, he grew
bolder and bolder. Almost every night he visited Farmer Brown's henyard.
Farmer Brown set traps all around the yard, but Reddy always found them
and kept out of them. It got so that Unc' Billy Possum and Jimmy Skunk
didn't dare go to the henhouse for eggs any more, for fear that they
would get into one of the traps set for Reddy Fox. Of course they missed
those fresh eggs and of course they blamed Reddy Fox.
"Never mind," said Jimmy Skunk, scowling down on the Green Meadows where
Reddy Fox was taking a sun bath, "Farmer Brown's boy will get him yet!
I hope he does!" Jimmy said this a little spitefully and just as if he
really meant it.
Now when people think that they are very, very smart, they like to show
off. You know it isn't any fun at all to feel smart unless others can
see how smart you are. So Reddy Fox, just to show off, grew very bold,
very bold indeed. He actually went up to Farmer Brown's henyard in broad
daylight, and almost under the nose of Bowser the Hound he caught the
pet chicken of Farmer Brown's boy. 'Ol Mistah Buzzard, sailing overhead
high up in the blue, blue sky, saw Reddy Fox and shook his bald head:
"Ah see Trouble on the way; Yes, Ah do! Yes, Ah do! Hope it ain't
a-gwine to stay; Yes, Ah do! Yes, Ah do! Trouble am a spry ol' man,
Bound to find yo' if he can; If he finds yo' bound to stick. When Ah
sees him, Ah runs quick! Yes, Ah do! Yes, Ah do!"
But Reddy Fox thought himself so smart that it seemed as if he really
were hunting for Ol' Mr. Trouble. And when he caught the pet chicken of
Farmer Brown's boy, Ol' Mr. Trouble was right at his heels.
V. Reddy Grows Careless
Ol' Mistah Buzzard was right. Trouble was right at the heels of Reddy
Fox, although Reddy wouldn't have believed it if he had been told. He
had stolen that plump pet chicken of Farmer Brown's boy for no reason
under the sun but to show off. He wanted everyone to know how bold he
was. He thought himself so smart that he could do just exactly what he
pleased and no one could stop him. He liked to strut around through the
Green Forest and over the Green Meadows and brag about what he had done
and what he could do.
Now people who brag and boast and who like to show off are almost sure
to come to grief. And when they do, very few people are sorry for them.
None of the little meadow and forest people liked Reddy Fox, anyway, and
they were getting so tired of his boasting that they just ached to see
him get into trouble. Yes, Sir, they just ached to see Reddy get into
Peter Rabbit, happy-go-lucky Peter Rabbit, shook his head gravely when
he heard how Reddy had stolen that pet chicken of Farmer Brown's boy,
and was boasting about it to everyone.
"Reddy Fox is getting so puffed up that pretty soon he won't be able to
see his own feet," said Peter Rabbit.
"Well, what if he doesn't?" demanded Jimmy Skunk.
Peter looked at Jimmy in disgust:
"He comes to grief, however fleet, Who doesn't watch his flying feet.
"Jimmy Skunk, if you didn't have that little bag of scent that everybody
is afraid of, you would be a lot more careful where you step," replied
Peter. "If Reddy doesn't watch out, someday he'll step right into a
Jimmy Skunk chuckled. "I wish he would!" said he.
Now when Farmer Brown's boy heard about the boldness of Reddy Fox, he
shut his mouth tight in a way that was unpleasant to see and reached for
his gun. "I can't afford to raise chickens to feed foxes!" said he.
Then he whistled for Bowser the Hound, and together they started out. It
wasn't long before Bowser found Reddy's tracks.
"Bow, wow, wow, wow!" roared Bowser the Hound.
Reddy Fox, taking a nap on the edge of the Green Forest, heard Bowser's
big, deep voice. He pricked up his ears, then he grinned. "I feel just
like a good run today," said he, and trotted off along the Crooked
Little Path down the hill.
Now this was a beautiful summer day and Reddy knew that in summer men
and boys seldom hunt foxes. "It's only Bowser the Hound," thought Reddy,
"and when I've had a good run, I'll play a trick on him so that he will
lose my track." So Reddy didn't use his eyes as he should have done. You
see, he thought himself so smart that he had grown careless. Yes, Sir,
Reddy Fox had grown careless. He kept looking back to see where Bowser
the Hound was, but didn't look around to make sure that no other danger
Ol' Mistah Buzzard, sailing round and round, way up in the blue, blue
sky, could see everything going on down below. He could see Reddy
Fox running along the edge of the Green Forest and every few minutes
stopping to chuckle and listen to Bowser the Hound trying to pick out
the trail Reddy had made so hard to follow by his twists and turns. And
he saw something else, did Ol' Mistah Buzzard. It looked to him very
much like the barrel of a gun sticking out from behind an old tree just
ahead of Reddy.
"Ah reckon it's just like Ah said: Reddy Fox is gwine to meet trouble
right smart soon," muttered Ol' Mistah Buzzard.
VI. Drummer the Woodpecker Drums in Vain
Once upon a time, before he had grown to think himself so very, very
smart, Reddy Fox would never, never have thought of running without
watching out in every direction. He would have seen that thing that
looked like the barrel of a gun sticking out from behind the old tree
toward which he was running, and he would have been very suspicious,
very suspicious indeed. But now all Reddy could think of was what a
splendid chance he had to show all the little meadow and forest people
what a bold, smart fellow he was.
So once more Reddy sat down and waited until Bowser the Hound was almost
up to him. Just then Drummer the Woodpecker began to make a tremendous
noise--rat-a-tat-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat-tat! Now
everybody who heard that rat-a-tat-tat-tat knew that it was a danger
signal. Drummer the Woodpecker never drums just that way for pleasure.
But Reddy Fox paid no attention to it. He didn't notice it at all. You
see, he was so full of the idea of his own smartness that he didn't have
room for anything else.
"Stupid thing!" said Drummer the Woodpecker to himself. "I don't know
what I am trying to warn him for, anyway. The Green Meadows and the
Green Forest would be better off without him, a lot better off! Nobody
likes him. He's a dreadful bully and is all the time trying to catch or
scare to death those who are smaller than he. Still, he is so handsome!"
Drummer cocked his head on one side and looked over at Reddy Fox.
Reddy was laughing to see how hard Bowser the Hound was working to
untangle Reddy's mixed-up trail.
"Yes, Sir, he certainly is handsome," said Drummer once more.
Then he looked down at the foot of the old tree on which he was sitting,
and what he saw caused Drummer to make up his mind. "I surely would miss
seeing that beautiful red coat of his! I surely would!" he muttered. "If
he doesn't hear and heed now, it won't be my fault!" Then Drummer the
Woodpecker began such a furious rat-a-tat-tat-tat on the trunk of the
old tree that it rang through the Green Forest and out across the Green
Meadows almost to the Purple Hills.
Down at the foot of the tree a freckled face on which there was a black
scowl looked up. It was the face of Farmer Brown's boy.
"What ails that pesky woodpecker?" he muttered. "If he doesn't keep
still, he'll scare that fox!"
He shook a fist at Drummer, but Drummer didn't appear to notice. He kept
right on, rat-a-tat-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat-tat!
VII. Too Late Reddy Fox Hears
Drummer the Woodpecker was pounding out his danger signal so fast and
so hard that his red head flew back and forth almost too fast to see.
Rat-a-tat-tat-a-tat-tat, beat Drummer on the old tree trunk on the edge
of the Green Forest. When he stopped for breath, he looked down into the
scowling face of Farmer Brown's boy, who was hiding behind the old tree
Drummer didn't like the looks of that scowl, not a bit. And he didn't
like the looks of the gun which Farmer Brown's boy had. He knew that
Farmer Brown's boy was hiding there to shoot Reddy Fox, but Drummer was
beginning to be afraid that Farmer Brown's boy might guess what all
that drumming meant--that it was a warning to Reddy Fox. And if Farmer
Brown's boy did guess that, why--why--anyway, on the other side of the
tree there was a better place to drum. So Drummer the Woodpecker crept
around to the other side of the tree and in a minute was drumming harder
than ever. Whenever he stopped for breath, he looked out over the Green
Meadows to see if Reddy Fox had heard his warning.
But if Reddy had heard, he hadn't heeded. Just to show off before all
the little meadow and forest people, Reddy had waited until Bowser the
Hound had almost reached him. Then, with a saucy flirt of his tail,
Reddy Fox started to show how fast he could run, and that is very fast
indeed. It made Bowser the Hound seem very slow, as, with his nose to
the ground, he came racing after Reddy, making a tremendous noise with
his great voice.
Now Reddy Fox had grown as careless as he had grown bold. Instead of
looking sharply ahead, he looked this way and that way to see who was
watching and admiring him. So he took no note of where he was going and
started straight for the old tree trunk on which Drummer the Woodpecker
was pounding out his warning of danger.
Now Reddy Fox has sharp eyes and very quick ears. My, my, indeed he has!
But just now Reddy was as deaf as if he had cotton stuffed in his ears.
He was chuckling to himself to think how he was going to fool Bowser the
Hound and how smart everyone would think him, when all of a sudden, he
heard the rat-a-tat-tata-tat-tat of Drummer the Woodpecker and knew that
that meant "Danger!"
For just a wee little second it seemed to Reddy Fox that his heart
stopped beating. He couldn't stop running, for he had let Bowser
the Hound get too close for that. Reddy's sharp eyes saw Drummer the
Woodpecker near the top of the old tree trunk and noticed that Drummer
seemed to be looking at something down below. Reddy Fox gave one quick
look at the foot of the old tree trunk and saw a gun pointed at him and
behind the gun the freckled face of Farmer Brown's boy. Reddy Fox gave
a little gasp of fright and turned so suddenly that he almost fell flat.
Then he began to run as never in his life had he run before. It seemed
as though his flying feet hardly touched the grass. His eyes were
popping out with fright as with every jump he tried to run just a wee
Bang! Bang! Two flashes of fire and two puffs of smoke darted from
behind the old tree trunk. Drummer the Woodpecker gave a frightened
scream and flew deep into the Green Forest. Peter Rabbit flattened
himself under a friendly bramble bush. Johnny Chuck dived headfirst down
Reddy Fox gave a yelp, a shrill little yelp of pain, and suddenly began
to go lame. But Farmer Brown's boy didn't know that. He thought he had
missed and he growled to himself:
"I'll get that fox yet for stealing my pet chicken!"
VIII. Granny Fox Takes Care of Reddy
Reddy Fox was so sore and lame that he could hardly hobble. He had had
the hardest kind of work to get far enough ahead of Bowser the Hound to
mix his trail up so that Bowser couldn't follow it. Then he had limped
home, big tears running down his nose, although he tried hard not to
cry. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" moaned Reddy Fox, as he crept in at the doorway of
"What's the matter now?" snapped old Granny Fox, who had just waked up
from a sun nap.
"I--I've got hurt," said Reddy Fox, and began to cry harder. Granny Fox
looked at Reddy sharply. "What have you been doing now--tearing your
clothes on a barbed-wire fence or trying to crawl through a bull-briar
thicket? I should think you were big enough by this time to look out for
yourself!" said Granny Fox crossly, as she came over to look at Reddy's
"Please don't scold, please don't, Granny Fox," begged Reddy, who was
beginning to feel sick to his stomach as well as lame, and to smart
Granny Fox took one look at Reddy's wounds, and knew right away what had
happened. She made Reddy stretch himself out at full length and then
she went to work on him, washing his wounds with the greatest care and
binding them up. She was very gentle, was old Granny Fox, as she touched
the sore places, but all the time she was at work her tongue flew, and
that wasn't gentle at all. Oh, my, no! There was nothing gentle about
You see, old Granny Fox is wise and very, very sharp and shrewd. Just as
soon as she saw Reddy's hurts, she knew that they were made by shot
from a gun, and that meant that Reddy Fox had been careless or he never,
never would have been where he was in danger of being shot.
"I hope this will teach you a lesson!" said Granny Fox. "What are your
eyes and your ears and your nose for? To keep you out of just such
trouble as this.
"A little Fox must use his eyes Or get someday a sad surprise.
"A little Fox must use his ears And know what makes each sound he hears.
"A little Fox must use his nose And try the wind where'er he goes.
"A little Fox must use all three To live to grow as old as me.
"Now tell me all about it, Reddy Fox. This is summer and men don't
hunt foxes now. I don't see how it happens that Farmer Brown's boy was
waiting for you with a gun."
So Reddy Fox told Granny Fox all about how he had run too near the old
tree trunk behind which Farmer Brown's boy had been hiding, but Reddy
didn't tell how he had been trying to show off, or how in broad daylight
he had stolen the pet chicken of Farmer Brown's boy. You may be sure he
was very careful not to mention that.
And so old Granny Fox puckered up her brows and thought and thought,
trying to find some good reason why Farmer Brown's boy should have been
hunting in the summertime.
"Caw, caw, caw!" shouted Blacky the Crow.
The face of Granny Fox cleared. "Blacky the Crow has been stealing, and
Farmer Brown's boy was out after him when Reddy came along," said Granny
Fox, talking out loud to herself.
Reddy Fox grew very red in the face, but he never said a word.
IX. Peter Rabbit Hears the News
Johnny Chuck came running up to the edge of the Old Briarpatch quite
out of breath. You see, he is so round and fat and roly-poly that to run
makes him puff and blow. Johnny Chuck's eyes danced with excitement as
he peered into the Old Briar-patch, trying to see Peter Rabbit.
"Peter! Peter Rabbit! Oh, Peter!" he called. No one answered. Johnny
Chuck looked disappointed. It was the middle of the morning, and he had
thought that Peter would surely be at home then. He would try once more.
"Oh, you Peter Rabbit!" he shouted in such a high-pitched voice that it
was almost a squeal.
"What you want?" asked a sleepy voice from the middle of the Old
Johnny Chuck's face lighted up. "Come out here, Peter, where I can look
at you," cried Johnny.
"Go away, Johnny Chuck! I'm sleepy," said Peter Rabbit, and his voice
sounded just a wee bit cross, for Peter had been out all night, a habit
which Peter has.
"I've got some news for you, Peter," called Johnny Chuck eagerly.
"How do you know it's news to me?" asked Peter, and Johnny noticed that
his voice wasn't quite so cross.
"I'm almost sure it is, for I've just heard it myself, and I've hurried
right down here to tell you because I think you'll want to know it,"
replied Johnny Chuck.
"Pooh!" said Peter Rabbit, "it's probably as old as the hills to me.
You folks who go to bed with the sun don't hear the news until it's old.
What is it?"
"It's about Reddy Fox," began Johnny Chuck, but Peter Rabbit interrupted
"Shucks, Johnny Chuck! You are slow! Why, it was all over Green Meadows
last night how Reddy Fox had been shot by Farmer Brown's boy!" jeered
Peter Rabbit. "That's no news. And here you've waked me up to tell me
something I knew before you went to bed last night! Serves Reddy Fox
right. Hope he'll be lame for a week," added Peter Rabbit.
"He can't walk at all!" cried Johnny Chuck in triumph, sure now that
Peter Rabbit hadn't heard the news.
"What's that?" demanded Peter, and Johnny Chuck could hear him begin
to hop along one of his little private paths in the heart of the Old
Briar-patch. He knew now that Peter Rabbit's curiosity was aroused, and
he smiled to himself.
In a few minutes Peter thrust a sleepy-looking face out from the Old
Briar-patch and grinned rather sheepishly. "What was that you were
saying about Reddy Fox?" he asked again.
"I've a good mind not to tell you, Mr. Know-it-all," exclaimed Johnny
"Oh, please, Johnny Chuck," pleaded Peter Rabbit.
Finally Johnny gave in. "I said that Reddy Fox can't walk. Aren't you
"How do you know?" asked Peter, for Peter is very suspicious of Reddy
Fox, and has to watch out for his tricks all the time.
"Jimmy Skunk told me. He was up by Reddy's house early this morning and
saw Reddy try to walk. He tried and tried and couldn't. You won't have
to watch out for Reddy Fox for some time, Peter. Serves him right,
"Let's go up and see if it really is true!" said Peter suddenly.
"All right," said Johnny Chuck, and off they started.
X. Poor Reddy Fox
Peter Rabbit and Johnny Chuck stole up the hill toward the home of Reddy
Fox. As they drew near, they crept from one bunch of grass to another
and from bush to bush, stopping behind each to look and listen. They
were not taking any chances. Johnny Chuck was not much afraid of Reddy
Fox, for he had whipped him once, but he was afraid of old Granny Fox.
Peter Rabbit was afraid of both. The nearer he got to the home of Reddy
Fox, the more anxious and nervous he grew. You see, Reddy Fox had played
so many tricks to try and catch Peter that Peter was not quite sure that
this was not another trick. So he kept a sharp watch in every direction,
ready to run at the least sign of danger.
When they had tiptoed and crawled to a point where they could see the
doorstep of the Fox home, Peter Rabbit and Johnny Chuck lay down in a
clump of bushes and watched. Pretty soon they saw old Granny Fox come
out. She sniffed the wind and then she started off at a quick run down
the Lone Little Path. Johnny Chuck gave a sigh of relief, for he wasn't
afraid of Reddy and now he felt safe. But Peter Rabbit was just as
watchful as ever.
"I've got to see Reddy for myself before I'll go a step nearer," he
whispered. Just then Johnny Chuck put a hand on his lips and pointed
with the other hand. There was Reddy Fox crawling out of his doorway
into the sun. Peter Rabbit leaned forward to see better. Was Reddy Fox
really so badly hurt, or was he only pretending?
Reddy Fox crawled painfully out onto his doorstep. He tried to stand
and walk, but he couldn't because he was too stiff and sore. So he just
crawled. He didn't know that anyone was watching him, and with every
movement he made a face. That was because it hurt so.
Peter Rabbit, watching from the clump of bushes, knew then that Reddy
was not pretending. He knew that he had nothing, not the least little
thing, to fear from Reddy Fox. So Peter gave a whoop of joy and sprang
out into view.
Reddy looked up and tried to grin, but made a face of pain instead. You
see, it hurt so to move.
"I suppose you're tickled to death to see me like this," he growled to
Now Peter had every reason to be glad, for Reddy Fox had tried his best
to catch Peter Rabbit to give to old Granny Fox for her dinner, and time
and again Peter had just barely escaped. So at first Peter Rabbit had
whooped with joy. But as he saw how very helpless Reddy really was and
how much pain he felt, suddenly Peter Rabbit's big, soft eyes filled
with tears of pity.
He forgot all about the threats of Reddy Fox and how Reddy had tried to
trick him. He forgot all about how mean Reddy had been.
"Poor Reddy Fox," said Peter Rabbit. "Poor Reddy Fox."
XI. Granny Fox Returns
Up over the hill trotted old Granny Fox. She was on her way home with
a tender young chicken for Reddy Fox. Poor Reddy! Of course, it was his
own fault, for he had been showing off and he had been careless or he
never would have gone so near to the old tree trunk behind which Farmer
Brown's boy was hiding.
But old Granny Fox didn't know this. She never makes such mistakes
herself. Oh, my, no! So now, as she came up over the hill to a place
where she could see her home, she laid the chicken down and then she
crept behind a little bush and looked all over the Green Meadows to see
if the way was clear. She knew that Bowser the Hound was chained up. She
had seen Farmer Brown and Farmer Brown's boy hoeing in the cornfield, so
she had nothing to fear from them.
Looking over to her doorstep, she saw Reddy Fox lying in the sun, and
then she saw something else, something that made her eyes flash and her
teeth come together with a snap. It was Peter Rabbit sitting up very
straight, not ten feet from Reddy Fox.
"So that's that young scamp of a Peter Rabbit whom Reddy was going to
catch for me when I was sick and couldn't! I'll just show Reddy Fox how
easily it can be done, and he shall have tender young rabbit with his
chicken!" said Granny Fox to herself.
So first she studied and studied every clump of grass and every bush
behind which she could creep. She saw that she could get almost to where
Peter Rabbit was sitting and never once show herself to him. Then
she looked this way and looked that way to make sure that no one was
No one did she see on the Green Meadows who was looking her way. Then
Granny Fox began to crawl from one clump of grass to another and from
bush to bush. Sometimes she wriggled along flat on her stomach. Little
by little she was drawing nearer and nearer to Peter Rabbit.
Now with all her smartness old Granny Fox had forgotten one thing. Yes,
Sir, she had forgotten one thing. Never once had she thought to look up
in the sky.
And there was Ol' Mistah Buzzard sailing round and round and looking
down and seeing all that was going on below.
Ol' Mistah Buzzard is sharp. He knew just what old Granny Fox was
planning to do--knew it as well as if he had read her thoughts. His eyes
"Ah cert'nly can't allow li'l' Brer Rabbit to be hurt, Ah cert'nly
can't!" muttered Ol' Mistah Buzzard, and chuckled.
Then he slanted his broad wings downward and without a sound slid down
out of the sky till he was right behind Granny Fox.
"Do yo' always crawl home, Granny Fox?" asked Ol' Mistah Buzzard.
Granny Fox was so startled, for she hadn't heard a sound, that she
jumped almost out of her skin. Of course Peter Rabbit saw her then, and
was off like a shot.
Granny Fox showed all her teeth. "I wish you would mind your own
business, Mistah Buzzard!" she snarled.
"Cert'nly, cert'nly, Ah sho'ly will!" replied Ol' Mistah Buzzard, and
sailed up into the blue, blue sky.
XII. The Lost Chicken
When old Granny Fox had laid down the chicken she was bringing home to
Reddy Fox to try to catch Peter Rabbit, she had meant to go right back
and get it as soon as she had caught Peter. Now she saw Peter going
across the Green Meadows, lipperty-lipperty-lip, as fast as he could go.
She was so angry that she hopped up and down. She tore up the grass and
ground her long, white teeth. She glared up at Ol' Mistah Buzzard, who
had warned Peter Rabbit, but all she could do was to scold, and that
didn't do her much good, for in a few minutes Ol' Mistah Buzzard was
so far up in the blue, blue sky that he couldn't hear a word she was
saying. My, my, but old Granny Fox certainly was angry! If she hadn't
been so angry she might have seen Johnny Chuck lying as flat as he could
make himself behind a big clump of grass.
Johnny Chuck was scared. Yes, indeed, Johnny Chuck was dreadfully
scared. He had fought Reddy Fox and whipped him, but he knew that old
Granny Fox would be too much for him. So it was with great relief that
Johnny Chuck saw her stop tearing up the grass and trot over to see how
Reddy Fox was getting along. Then Johnny Chuck crept along until he was
far enough away to run. How he did run! He was so fat and roly-poly that
he was all out of breath when he reached home, and so tired that he just
dropped down on his doorstep and panted.
"Serves me right for having so much curiosity," said Johnny Chuck to
Reddy Fox looked up as old Granny Fox came hurrying home. He was weak
and very, very hungry. But he felt sure that old Granny Fox would
bring him something nice for his breakfast, and as soon as he heard her
footsteps his mouth began to water.
"Did you bring me something nice, Granny?" asked Reddy Fox.
Now old Granny Fox had been so put out by the scare she had had and by
her failure to catch Peter Rabbit that she had forgotten all about the
chicken she had left up on the hill. When Reddy spoke, she remembered
it, and the thought of having to go way back after it didn't improve her
temper a bit.
"No!" she snapped. "I haven't!--You don't deserve any breakfast anyway.
If you had any gumption"--that's the word Granny Fox used, gumption--"if
you had any gumption at all, you wouldn't have gotten in trouble, and
could get your own breakfast."
Reddy Fox didn't know what gumption meant, but he did know that he was
very, very hungry, and do what he would, he couldn't keep back a couple
of big tears of disappointment. Granny Fox saw them.
"There, there, Reddy! Don't cry. I've got a fine fat chicken for you up
on the hill, and I'll run back and get it," said Granny Fox.
So off she started up the hill to the place where she had left the
chicken when she started to try to catch Peter Rabbit. When she got
there, there wasn't any chicken. No, Sir, there was no chicken at
all--just a few feathers. Granny Fox could hardly believe her own eyes.
She looked this way and she looked that way, but there was no chicken,
just a few feathers. Old Granny Fox flew into a greater rage than
XIII. Granny Fox Calls Jimmy Skunk Names
Granny Fox couldn't believe her own eyes. No, Sir, she couldn't believe
her own eyes, and she rubbed them two or three times to make sure that
she was seeing right. That chicken certainly had disappeared, and left
no trace of where it had gone.
It was very queer. Old Granny Fox sat down to think who would dare steal
anything from her. Then she walked in a big circle with her nose to the
ground, sniffing and sniffing. What was she doing that for? Why, to
see if she could find the tracks of anyone who might have stolen her
"Aha!" exclaimed old Granny Fox, starting to run along the top of the
hill, her nose to the ground. "Aha! I'll catch him this time!"
In a few minutes she began to run more slowly, and every two or three
steps she would look ahead. Suddenly her eyes snapped, and she began
to creep almost flat on her stomach, just as she had crept for Peter
Rabbit. But it wasn't Peter Rabbit this time. It was--who do you think?
Jimmy Skunk! Yes, Sir, it was Jimmy Skunk. He was slowly ambling along,
for Jimmy Skunk never hurries. Every big stick or stone that he could
move, he would pull over or look under, for Jimmy Skunk was hunting for
Old Granny Fox watched him. "He must have a tremendous appetite to be
hunting for beetles after eating my chicken!" muttered she. Then
she jumped out in front of Jimmy Skunk, her eyes snapping, her teeth
showing, and the hair on her back standing on end so as to make her look
very fierce. But all the time old Granny Fox took the greatest care not
to get too near to Jimmy Skunk.
"Where's my chicken?" snarled old Granny Fox, and she looked very, very
Jimmy Skunk looked up as if very much surprised. "Hello, Granny Fox!" he
exclaimed. "Have you lost a chicken?"
"You've stolen it! You're a thief, Jimmy Skunk!" snapped Granny Fox.
"Words can never make black white;
Before you speak be sure you're right,"
said Jimmy Skunk. "I'm not a thief."
"You are!" cried Granny working herself into a great rage.
All the time Jimmy Skunk was chuckling to himself, and the more he
chuckled the angrier grew old Granny Fox. And all the time Jimmy Skunk
kept moving toward old Granny Fox and Granny Fox kept backing away, for,
like all the other little meadow and forest people, she has very great
respect for Jimmy Skunk's little bag of scent.
Now, backing off that way, she couldn't see where she was going, and
the first thing she knew she had backed into a bramble bush. It tore her
skirts and scratched her legs. "Ooch!" cried old Granny Fox.
"Ha! ha! ha!" laughed Jimmy Skunk. "That's what you get for calling me
XIV. Granny Fox Finds What Became of the Chicken
Old Granny Fox was in a terrible temper. Dear, dear, it certainly was
a dreadful temper! Jimmy Skunk laughed at her, and that made it worse.
When he saw this, Jimmy Skunk just rolled over and over on the ground
and shouted, he was so tickled. Of course, it wasn't the least bit nice
of Jimmy Skunk, but you know that Granny Fox had been calling Jimmy
a thief. Then Jimmy doesn't like Granny Fox anyway, nor do any of the
other little meadow and forest people, for most of them are very much
afraid of her.
When old Granny Fox finally got out of the bramble bush, she didn't stop
to say anything more to Jimmy Skunk, but hurried away, muttering and
grumbling and grinding her teeth. Old Granny Fox wasn't pleasant to meet
just then, and when Bobby Coon saw her coming, he just thought it best
to get out of her way, so he climbed a tree.
It wasn't that Bobby Coon was afraid of old Granny Fox. Bless you,
no! Bobby Coon isn't a bit afraid of her. It was because he had a full
stomach and was feeling too good-natured and lazy to quarrel.
"Good morning, Granny Fox. I hope you are feeling well this morning,"
said Bobby Coon, as old Granny Fox came trotting under the tree he was
sitting in. Granny Fox looked up and glared at him with yellow eyes.
"It isn't a good morning and I'm not feeling fine!" she snapped.
"My goodness, how you have torn your skirts!" exclaimed Bobby Coon.
Old Granny Fox started to say something unpleasant. Then she changed her
mind and instead she sat down and told Bobby Coon all her troubles. As
she talked, Bobby Coon kept ducking his head behind a branch of the tree
to hide a smile. Finally Granny Fox noticed it.
"What do you keep ducking your head for, Bobby Coon?" she asked
"I'm just looking to see if I can see any feathers from that chicken,"
replied Bobby Coon gravely, though his eyes were twinkling with
"Well, do you?" demanded old Granny Fox.
And just then Bobby Coon did. They were not on the ground, however, but
floating in the air. Bobby Coon leaned out to see where they came from,
and Granny Fox turned to look, too. What do you think they saw? Why,
sitting on a tall, dead tree was Mr. Goshawk, just then swallowing the
last of Granny's chicken.
"Thief! thief! robber! robber!" shrieked old Granny Fox.
But Mr. Goshawk said nothing, just winked at Bobby Coon, puffed out his
feathers, and settled himself for a comfortable nap.
XV. Reddy Fox Has a Visitor
Hardly was old Granny Fox out of sight on her way to hunt for the
chicken she had left on the hill, when Unc' Billy Possum came strolling
along the Lone Little Path. He was humming to himself, for he had just
had a good breakfast. One of the Merry Little Breezes spied him and
hurried to meet him and tell him about how Reddy Fox had been shot.
Unc' Billy listened, and the grin with which he had greeted the Merry
Little Breeze grew into a broad smile.
"Are yo' all sure about that?" he asked.
The Merry Little Breeze was sure.
Unc' Billy Possum stopped for a few minutes and considered.
"Serves that no 'count Reddy Fox right," chuckled Unc' Billy. "He done
spoil mah hunting at Farmer Brown's, he raised such a fuss among the
hens up there. 'Tisn't safe to go there any mo'! No, Suh, 'tisn't safe,
and it won't be safe for a right smart while. Did yo' say that Granny
Fox is home?"
The Merry Little Breeze hadn't said anything about Granny Fox, but now
remembered that she had gone up the hill.
"Ah believe Ah will just tote my sympathy over to Reddy Fox," said Unc'
Billy Possum, as he started in the direction of Reddy Fox's house.
But he made sure that old Granny Fox was not at home before he showed
himself. Reddy Fox lay on his doorstep. He was sick and sore and stiff.
Indeed, he was so stiff he couldn't walk at all. And he was weak--weak
and hungry, dreadfully hungry. When he heard footsteps, he thought old
Granny Fox was bringing him the chicken after which she had gone. He
felt too ill even to turn his head.
"Did you get the chicken, Granny?" he asked weakly. No one answered. "I
say, did you get the chicken, Granny?" Reddy's voice sounded a little
sharp and cross as he asked this time.
Still there was no reply, and Reddy began to be a little bit suspicious.
He turned over and raised his head to look. Instead of old Granny Fox,
there was Unc' Billy Possum grinning at him.
"Smarty, Smarty is a thief!
Smarty, Smarty came to grief!
Tried to show off just for fun
And ran too near a loaded gun.
"Yo' all certainly has got just what yo' deserve, and Ah'm glad of it!
Ah'm glad of it, Suh!" said Unc' Billy Possum severely.
An angry light came into the eyes of Reddy Fox and made them an ugly
yellow for just a minute. But he felt too sick to quarrel. Unc' Billy
Possum saw this. He saw how Reddy was really suffering, and down deep
in his heart Unc' Billy was truly sorry for him. But he didn't let Reddy
know it. No, indeed! He just pretended to be tickled to death to see
Reddy Fox so helpless. He didn't dare stay long, for fear Granny Fox
would return. So, after saying a few more things to make Reddy feel
uncomfortable, Unc' Billy started off up the Lone Little Path toward the
"Too bad! Too bad!" he muttered to himself. "If ol' Granny Fox isn't
smart enough to get Reddy enough to eat, Ah'll have to see what we-alls
can do. Ah cert'nly will."
XVI. Unc' Billy Possum Visits the Smiling Pool
Joe Otter and Billy Mink were sitting on the Big Rock in the Smiling
Pool. Because they had nothing else to do, they were planning mischief.
Jerry Muskrat was busy filling his new house with food for the winter.
He was too busy to get into mischief.
Suddenly Billy Mink put a finger on his lips as a warning to Little Joe
Otter to keep perfectly still. Billy's sharp eyes had seen something
moving over in the bulrushes. Together he and Little Joe Otter watched,
ready to dive into the Smiling Pool at the first sign of danger. In a
few minutes the rushes parted and a sharp little old face peered out.
Little Joe Otter and Billy Mink each sighed with relief, and their eyes
began to dance. "Hi, Unc' Billy Possum!" shouted Billy Mink.
A grin crept over the sharp little old face peering out from the
"Hi, yo'self!" he shouted, for it really was Unc' Billy Possum.
"What are you doing over here?" called Little Joe Otter.
"Just a-looking round," replied Unc' Billy Possum, his eyes twinkling.
"Have you heard about Reddy Fox?" shouted Billy Mink.
"Ah done jes' come from his home," replied Unc' Billy Possum.
"How is he?" asked Little Joe Otter.
"Po'ly, he sho'ly is po'ly," replied Unc' Billy Possum, shaking his head
soberly. Then Unc' Billy told Billy Mink and Little Joe Otter how Reddy
Fox was so stiff and sore and sick that he couldn't get anything to eat
for himself, and how old Granny Fox had lost a chicken which she had
caught for him.
"Serves him right!" exclaimed Billy Mink, who has never forgotten how
Reddy Fox fooled him and caught the most fish once upon a time.
Unc' Billy nodded his head. "Yo' are right. Yo' cert'nly are right. Yes,
Suh, Ah reckons yo' are right. Was yo' ever hungry, Billy Mink--real
hungry?" asked Unc' Billy Possum.
Billy Mink thought of the time when he went without his dinner because
Mr. Night Heron had gobbled it up, when Billy had left it in a temper.
He nodded his head.
"Ah was just a-wondering," continued Une' Billy Possum, "how it would
seem to be right smart powerful hungry and not be able to hunt fo'
anything to eat."
For a few minutes no one said a word. Then Billy Mink stood up and
stretched. "Good-by," said Billy Mink.
"Where are you going so suddenly?" demanded Little Joe Otter.
"I'm going to catch a fish and take it up to Reddy Fox, if you must
know!" snapped Billy Mink.
"Good!" cried Little Joe Otter. "You needn't think that you can have all
the fun to yourself either, Billy Mink. I'm going with you."
There was a splash in the Smiling Pool, and Unc' Billy Possum was left
looking out on nothing but the Smiling Pool and the Big Rock. He smiled
to himself as he turned away. "Ah reckon Ah'll sho' have to do my share,
too," said he.
And so it happened that when old Granny Fox finally reached home with
nothing but a little wood mouse for Reddy, she found him taking a nap,
his stomach as full as it could be. And just a little way off were two
fish tails and the feathers of a little duck.
XVII. Farmer Brown's Boy Is Determined
Farmer Brown's boy had made up his mind. When he shut his teeth with a
click and drew his lips together into a thin, straight line, those who
knew him were sure that Farmer Brown's boy had made up his mind. That is
just what he had done now. He was cleaning his gun, and as he worked he
was thinking of his pet chicken and of all the other chickens that Reddy
Fox had taken.
"I'm going to get that fox if it takes all summer!" exclaimed Farmer
Brown's boy. "I ought to have gotten him the other day when I had a shot
at him. Next time well, we'll see, Mr. Fox, what will happen next time."
Now someone heard Farmer Brown's boy, heard everything he said, though
Farmer Brown's boy didn't know it. It was Unc' Billy Possum, who was
hiding in the very pile of wood on which Farmer Brown's boy was sitting.
Unc' Billy pricked up his ears.
He didn't like the tone of voice in which Farmer Brown's boy spoke.
He thought of Reddy Fox still so stiff and sore and lame that he could
hardly walk, all from the shot which Farmer Brown's boy thought had
"There isn't gwine to be any next time. No, Suh, there isn't gwine to be
any next time. Ah sho'ly doan love Reddy Fox, but Ah can't nohow let
him be shot again. Ah cert'nly can't!" muttered Unc' Billy Possum to
Of course, Farmer Brown's boy didn't hear him. He didn't hear him and he
didn't see him when Unc' Billy Possum crept out of the back side of the
woodpile and scurried under the henhouse. He was too intent on his plan
to catch Reddy Fox.
"I'm just going to hunt over the Green Meadows and through the Green
Forest until I get that fox!" said Farmer Brown's boy, and as he said it
he looked very fierce, as if he really meant it. "I'm not going to
have my chickens stolen any more! No, Sir-e-e! That fox has got a home
somewhere on the Green Meadows or in the Green Forest, and I'm going to
find it. Then watch out, Mr. Fox!"
Farmer Brown's boy whistled for Bowser the Hound and started for the
Unc' Billy Possum poked his sharp little old face out from under the
henhouse and watched them go. Usually Unc' Billy is grinning, but now
there wasn't any grin, not the least sign of one. Instead Unc' Billy
Possum looked worried.
"There goes that boy with a gun, and nobody knows what'll happen when it
goes off. If he can't find Reddy Fox, just as likely as not he'll point
it at somebody else just fo' fun. Ah hope he doan meet up with mah ol'
woman or any of mah li'l' pickaninnies. Ah'm plumb afraid of a boy with
a gun, Ah am. 'Pears like he doan have any sense. Ah reckon Ah better be
moving along right smart and tell mah family to stay right close in
the ol' hollow tree," muttered Unc' Billy Possum, slipping out from his
hiding place. Then Unc' Billy began to run as fast as he could toward
the Green Forest.
XVIII. The Hunt for Reddy Fox
"Trouble, trouble, trouble, I feel it in the air; Trouble, trouble,
trouble, it's round me everywhere."
Old Granny Fox muttered this over and over, as she kept walking around
uneasily and sniffing the air.
"I don't see any trouble and I don't feel any trouble in the air.
It's all in the sore places where I was shot," said Reddy Fox, who was
stretched out on the doorstep of their home.
"That's because you haven't got any sense. When you do get some and
learn to look where you are going, you won't get shot from behind
old tree trunks and you will be able to feel trouble when it is near,
without waiting for it to show itself. Now I feel trouble. You go down
into the house and stay there!" Granny Fox stopped to test the air with
her nose, just as she had been testing it for the last ten minutes.
"I don't want to go in," whined Reddy Fox. "It's nice and warm out here,
and I feel a lot better than when I am curled up way down there in the
Old Granny Fox turned, and her eyes blazed as she looked at Reddy Fox.
She didn't say a word. She didn't have to. Reddy just crawled into his
house, muttering to himself. Granny stuck her head in at the door.
"Don't you come out until I come back," she ordered. Then she added:
"Farmer Brown's boy is coming with his gun."
Reddy Fox shivered when he heard that. He didn't believe Granny Fox. He
thought she was saying that just to scare him and make him stay inside.
But he shivered just the same. You see, he knew now what it meant to
be shot, for he was still too stiff and sore to run, all because he had
gone too near Farmer Brown's boy and his gun.
But old Granny Fox had not been fooling when she told Reddy Fox that
Farmer Brown's boy was coming with a gun. It was true. He was coming
down the Lone Little Path, and ahead of him was trotting Bowser the
Hound. How did old Granny Fox know it? She just felt it! She didn't hear
them, she didn't see them, and she didn't smell them; she just felt that
they were coming. So as soon as she saw that Reddy Fox had obeyed her,
she was off like a little red flash.
"It won't do to let them find our home," said Granny to herself, as she
disappeared in the Green Forest.
First she hurried to a little point on the hill where she could look
down the Lone Little Path. Just as she expected, she saw Farmer Brown's
boy, and ahead of him, sniffing at every bush and all along the Lone
Little Path, was Bowser the Hound. Old Granny Fox waited to see no more.
She ran as fast as she could in a big circle which brought her out on
the Lone Little Path below Farmer Brown's boy and Bowser the Hound, but
where they couldn't see her, because of a turn in the Lone Little Path.
She trotted down the Lone Little Path a very little way and then turned
into the woods and hurried back up the hill, where she sat down and
waited. In a few minutes she heard Bowser's great voice. He had smelled
her track in the Lone Little Path and was following it. Old Granny Fox
grinned. You see, she was planning to lead them far, far away from the
home where Reddy Fox was hiding, for it would not do to have them find
And Farmer Brown's boy also grinned, as he heard the voice of Bowser the
"I'll hunt that fox until I get him," he said. You see, he didn't know
anything about old Granny Fox; he thought Bowser was following Reddy
XIX Unc' Billy Possum Gives Warning
"What's the matter with you, Unc' Billy? You look as if you had lost
your last friend." It was Jimmy Skunk who spoke.
Unc' Billy Possum stopped short. He had been hurrying so fast that he
hadn't seen Jimmy Skunk at all.
"Matter enuff, Suh! Matter enuff!" said Unc' Billy Possum, when he could
get his breath. "Do you hear that noise?"
"Sure, I hear that noise. That's only Bowser the Hound chasing old
Granny Fox. When she gets tired she'll lose him," replied Jimmy Skunk.
"What are you worrying about Bowser the Hound for?"
"Bowser the Hound will have to be smarter than he is now befo' he can
worry me, Ah reckon," said Unc' Billy Possum scornfully. "It isn't
Bowser the Hound; it's Farmer Brown's boy and his gun!" Then Unc'
Billy told Jimmy Skunk how he had been hiding in the woodpile at Farmer
Brown's and had heard Farmer Brown's boy say that he was going to hunt
over the Green Meadows and through the Green Forest until he got Reddy
"What of it?" asked Jimmy Skunk. "If he gets Reddy Fox, so much the
better. Reddy always did make trouble for other people. I don't see what
you're worrying about Reddy Fox for. He's big enough to take care of
"Yo' cert'nly are plumb slow in your wits this morning, Jimmy Skunk,
yo' cert'nly are plumb slow! Supposing yo' should meet up with Farmer
Brown's boy with that gun in his hands and supposing he had grown tired
of watching fo' Reddy Fox. That gun might go off, Jimmy Skunk; it might
go off when it was pointing right straight at yo'!" said Unc' Billy
Jimmy Skunk looked serious. "That's so, Unc' Billy, that's so!" he said.
"Boys with guns do get dreadfully careless, dreadfully careless. They
don't seem to think anything about the feelings of those likely to get
hurt when the gun goes off. What was you thinking of doing, Unc' Billy?"
"Just passing the word along so everybody in the Green Meadows and
in the Green Forest will keep out of the way of Farmer Brown's boy,"
replied Unc' Billy Possum.
"Good idea, Unc' Billy! I'll help you," said Jimmy Skunk.
So Unc' Billy Possum went one way, and Jimmy Skunk went another way.
And everyone they told hurried to tell someone else. Happy Jack Squirrel
told Chatterer the Red Squirrel; Chatterer told Striped Chipmunk, and
Striped Chipmunk told Danny Meadow Mouse. Danny Meadow Mouse told Johnny
Chuck; Johnny Chuck told Peter Rabbit; Peter Rabbit told Jumper the
Hare; Jumper the Hare told Prickly Porky; Prickly Porky told Bobby Coon;
Bobby Coon told Billy Mink; Billy Mink told Little Joe Otter; Little Joe
Otter told Jerry Muskrat, and Jerry Muskrat told Grandfather Frog. And
everybody hastened to hide from Farmer Brown's boy and his terrible gun.
By and by Farmer Brown's boy noticed how still it was in the Green
Forest. Nowhere did he see or hear a bird. Nowhere could he catch a
glimpse of anybody who wore fur.
"That fox must have scared away all the other animals and driven away
all the birds. I'll get him! See if I don't!" muttered Farmer Brown's
boy, and never once guessed that they were hiding from him.
XX. Old Granny Fox Makes a Mistake
Old Granny Fox was running through the overgrown old pasture, way up
back of Farmer Brown's. She was cross and tired and hot, for it was a
very warm day. Behind her came Bowser the Hound, his nose in Granny's
tracks, and making a great noise with his big voice. Granny Fox was
cross because she was tired. She hadn't done much running lately. She
didn't mind running when the weather was cold, but now--"Oh dear, it is
hot!" sighed old Granny Fox, as she stopped a minute to rest.
Now old Granny Fox is very, very smart and very, very wise. She knows
all the tricks with which foxes fool those who try to catch them. She
knew that she could fool Bowser the Hound and puzzle him so that he
wouldn't be able to follow her track at all. But she wasn't ready to do
that yet. No, indeed! Old Granny Fox was taking great care to see that
her tracks were easy to follow. She wanted Bowser the Hound to follow
them, although it made her tired and hot and cross. Why did she? Well,
you see, she was trying to lead him, and with him Farmer Brown's boy,
far, far away from the home where Reddy Fox was nursing the wounds
that he had received when Farmer Brown's boy had shot at him a few days
"Bow, wow, wow!" roared Bowser the Hound, following every twist and turn
which Granny Fox made, just as she wanted him to. Back and forth across
the old pasture and way up among the rocks on the edge of the mountain
Granny Fox led Bowser the Hound. It was a long, long, long way from the
Green Meadows and the Green Forest. Granny Fox had made it a long way
purposely. She was willing to be tired herself if she could also tire
Bowser the Hound and Farmer Brown's boy. She wanted to tire them so that
when she finally puzzled and fooled them and left them there, they would
be too tired to go back to the Green Meadows.
By and by Granny Fox came to a hole in the ground, an old house that
had once belonged to her grandfather. Now this old house had a back door
hidden close beside the hollow trunk of a fallen tree. Old Granny Fox
just ran through the house, out the back door, through the hollow tree,
and then jumped into a little brook where there was hardly more than
enough water to wet her feet. Walking in the water, she left no scent in
Bowser the Hound came roaring up to the front door of the old house.
Granny's tracks led right inside, and Bowser grew so excited that he
made a tremendous noise. At last he had found where Granny Fox lived; at
least he thought he had. He was sure that she was inside, for there
were her fresh tracks going inside and none coming out. Bowser the Hound
never once thought of looking for a back door. If he had, he wouldn't
have been any the wiser, because, you know, old Granny Fox had slipped
away through the hollow tree trunk.
Granny Fox grinned as she listened to the terrible fuss Bowser was
making. Then, when she had rested a little, she stole up on the hill
where she could look down and see the entrance to the old deserted
house. She watched Bowser digging and barking. After a while a worried
look crept into the face of old Granny Fox.
"Where's Farmer Brown's boy? I thought surely he would follow Bowser the
Hound," she muttered.
XXI. Reddy Fox Disobeys
When old Granny Fox had sent Reddy Fox into the house and told him to
stay there until she returned home, he had not wanted to mind, but he
knew that Granny Fox meant just what she said, and so he had crawled
slowly down the long hall to the bedroom, way underground.
Pretty soon Reddy Fox heard a voice. It was very faint, for you know
Reddy was in his bedroom way underground, but he knew it. He pricked up
his ears and listened. It was the voice of Bowser the Hound, and Reddy
knew by the sound that Bowser was chasing Granny Fox.
Reddy grinned. He wasn't at all worried about Granny Fox, not the least
little bit. He knew how smart she was and that whenever she wanted to,
she could get rid of Bowser the Hound. Then a sudden thought popped into
Reddy's head, and he grew sober.
"Granny did feel trouble coming, just as she said," he thought.
Then Reddy Fox curled himself up and tried to sleep. He intended to mind
and not put his little black nose outside until old Granny Fox returned.
But somehow Reddy couldn't get to sleep. His bedroom was small, and he
was so stiff and sore that he could not get comfortable. He twisted and
turned and fidgeted. The more he fidgeted, the more uncomfortable he
grew. He thought of the warm sunshine outside and how comfortable he
would be, stretched out full length on the doorstep. It would take the
soreness out of his legs. Something must have happened to Granny to keep
her so long. If she had known that she was going to be gone such a long
time, she wouldn't have told him to stay until she came back, thought
By and by Reddy Fox crept a little way up the long, dark hall. He could
just see the sunlight on the doorstep. Pretty soon he went a little bit
nearer. He wasn't going to disobey old Granny Fox. Oh, no! No, indeed!
She had told him to stay in the house until she returned. She hadn't
said that he couldn't look out! Reddy crawled a little nearer to the
open door and the sunlight.
"Granny Fox is getting old and timid. Just as if my eyes aren't as sharp
as hers! I'd like to see Farmer Brown's boy get near me when I am really
on the watch," said Reddy Fox to himself. And then he crept a little
nearer to the open door.
How bright and warm and pleasant it did look outside! Reddy just knew
that he would feel ever and ever so much better if he could stretch
out on the doorstep. He could hear Jenny Wren fussing and scolding at
someone or something, and he wondered what it could be. He crept just a
wee bit nearer. He could hear Bowser's voice, but it was so faint that
he had to prick up his sharp little ears and listen with all his might
to hear it at all.
"Granny's led them way off on the mountain. Good old Granny!" thought
Reddy Fox. Then he crawled right up to the very doorway. He could still
hear Jenny Wren scolding and fussing.
"What does ail her?
"If it's hot or if it's cold,
Jenny Wren will always scold.
From morn till night the whole day long
Her limber tongue is going strong.
"I'm going to find out what it means," said Reddy, talking to himself.
Reddy Fox poked his head out and--looked straight into the freckled face
of Farmer Brown's boy and the muzzle of that dreadful gun!
XXII. Ol' Mistah Buzzard's Keen Sight
Old Granny Fox had thought that when she fooled Bowser the Hound up
in the old pasture on the edge of the mountain she could take her time
going home. She was tired and hot, and she had planned to pick out the
shadiest paths going back. She had thought that Farmer Brown's boy would
soon join Bowser the Hound, when Bowser made such a fuss about having
found the old house into which Granny Fox had run.
But Farmer Brown's boy had not yet appeared, and Granny Fox was getting
worried. Could it be that he had not followed Bowser the Hound, after
all? Granny Fox went out on a high point and looked, but she could see
nothing of Farmer Brown's boy and his gun. Just then Ol' Mistah Buzzard
came sailing down out of the blue, blue sky and settled himself on a
tall, dead tree. Now Granny Fox hadn't forgotten how Ol' Mistah Buzzard
had warned Peter Rabbit just as she was about to pounce on him, but she
suddenly thought that Ol' Mistah Buzzard might be of use to her.
So old Granny Fox smoothed out her skirts and walked over to the foot of
the tree where Ol' Mistah Buzzard sat.
"How do you do today, neighbor Buzzard?" inquired Granny Fox, smiling up
at Ol' Mistah Buzzard.
"Ah'm so as to be up and about, thank yo'," replied Ol' Mistah Buzzard,
spreading his wings out so that air could blow under them.
"My!" exclaimed old Granny Fox, "what splendid great wings you have,
Mistah Buzzard! It must be grand to be able to fly. I suppose you
can see a great deal from way up there in the blue, blue sky, Mistah
Ol' Mistah Buzzard felt flattered. "Yes," said he, "Ah can see all
that's going on on the Green Meadows and in the Green Forest."
"Oh, Mistah Buzzard, you don't really mean that!" exclaimed old Granny
Fox, just as if she wanted to believe it, but couldn't.
"Yes, Ah can!" replied Ol' Mistah Buzzard.
"Really, Mistah Buzzard? Really? Oh, I can't believe that your eyes are
so sharp as all that! Now I know where Bowser the Hound is and where
Farmer Brown's boy is, but I don't believe you can see them," said
Ol' Mistah Buzzard never said a word but spread his broad wings and in
a few minutes he had sailed up, up, up until he looked like just a tiny
speck to old Granny Fox. Now old Granny Fox had not told the truth when
she said she knew where Farmer Brown's boy was. She thought she would
trick Ol' Mistah Buzzard into telling her.
In a few minutes down came Ol' Mistah Buzzard. "Bowser the Hound is up
in the old back pasture," said he.
"Right!" cried old Granny Fox, clapping her hands. "And where is Farmer
"Farmer Brown's boy is..." Ol' Mistah Buzzard paused.
"Where? Where?" asked Granny Fox, so eagerly that Ol' Mistah Buzzard
looked at her sharply.
"Yo' said you knew, so what's the use of telling yo'?" said Ol' Mistah
Buzzard. Then he added: "But if Ah was yo', Ah cert'nly would get home
right smart soon."
"Why? Do, do tell me what you saw, Mistah Buzzard!" begged Granny Fox.
But Ol' Mistah Buzzard wouldn't say another word, so old Granny Fox
started for home as fast as she could run.
"Oh dear, I do hope Reddy Fox minded me and stayed in the house," she
XXII Granny Fox Has a Terrible Scare
Old Granny Fox felt her heart sink way down to her toes, for she felt
sure Ol' Mistah Buzzard had seen Farmer Brown's boy and his gun over
near the house where Reddy Fox was nursing his wounds, or he wouldn't
have advised her to hurry home. She was already very tired and hot from
the long run to lead Bowser the Hound away from the Green Meadows. She
had thought to walk home along shady paths and cool off, but now she
must run faster than ever, for she must know if Farmer Brown's boy had
found her house.
"It's lucky I told Reddy Fox to go inside and not come out till I
returned; it's very lucky I did that," thought Granny Fox as she ran.
Presently she heard voices singing. They seemed to be in the treetops
over her head.
"Happily we dance and play
All the livelong sunny day!
Happily we run and race
And win or lose with smiling face!"
Granny Fox knew the voices, and she looked up. Just as she expected, she
saw the Merry Little Breezes of Old Mother West Wind playing among the
leaves. Just then one of them looked down and saw her.
"There's old Granny Fox! Just see how hot and tired she looks. Let's go
down and cool her off!" shouted the Merry Little Breeze.
In a flash they were all down out of the treetops and dancing around
old Granny Fox, cooling her off. Of course, Granny Fox kept right on
running. She was too worried not to. But the Merry Little Breezes kept
right beside her, and it was not nearly as hard running now as it had
"Have you seen Farmer Brown's boy?" panted Granny Fox.
"Oh, yes! We saw him just a little while ago over near your house,
Granny Fox. We pulled his hat off, just to hear him scold," shouted the
Merry Little Breezes, and then they tickled and laughed as if they had
had a good time with Farmer Brown's boy.
But old Granny Fox didn't laugh--oh, my, no, indeed! Her heart went
lower still, and she did her best to run faster. Pretty soon she came
out on the top of the hill where she could look, and then it seemed as
if her heart came right up in her mouth and stopped beating. Her eyes
popped almost out of her head. There was Farmer Brown's boy standing
right in front of the door of her home. And while she was watching, what
should Reddy Fox do but stick his head out the door.
Old Granny Fox saw the gun of Farmer Brown's boy pointed right at Reddy
and she clapped both hands over her eyes to shut out the dreadful sight.
Then she waited for the bang of the gun. It didn't come. Then Granny
peeped through her fingers. Farmer Brown's boy was still there, but
Reddy Fox had disappeared inside the house.
Granny Fox sighed in relief. It had been a terrible scare, the worst she
XXIV. Granny and Reddy Have To Move
"I don't want to move," whined Reddy Fox. "I'm too sore to walk."
Old Granny Fox gave him a shove. "You go along and do as I say!" she
snapped. "If you had minded me, we wouldn't have to move. It's all your
own fault. The wonder is that you weren't killed when you poked your
head out right in front of Farmer Brown's boy. Now that he knows where
we live, he will give us no peace. Move along lively now! This is the
best home I have ever had, and now I've got to leave it. Oh dear! Oh
Reddy Fox hobbled along up the long hall and out the front door. He was
walking on three legs, and at every step he made a face because, you
know, it hurt so to walk.
The little stars, looking down from the sky, saw Reddy Fox limp out the
door of the house he had lived in so long, and right behind him came old
Granny Fox. Granny sighed and wiped away a tear, as she said good-by
to her old home. Reddy Fox was thinking too much of his own troubles to
notice how badly Granny Fox was feeling. Every few steps he had to sit
down and rest because it hurt him so to walk.
"I don't see the use of moving tonight, anyway. It would be a lot easier
and pleasanter when the sun is shining. This night air makes me so stiff
that I know I never will get over it," grumbled Reddy Fox.
Old Granny Fox listened to him for a while, and then she lost patience.
Yes, Sir, Granny Fox lost patience. She boxed Reddy Fox first on one ear
and then on the other. Reddy began to snivel.
"Stop that!" said Granny Fox sharply. "Do you want all the neighbors to
know that we have got to move? They'll find it out soon enough. Now come
along without any more fuss. If you don't, I'll just go off and leave
you to shift for yourself. Then how will you get anything to eat?"
Reddy Fox wiped his eyes on his coat sleeve and hobbled along as best he
could. Granny Fox would run a little way ahead to see that the way was
safe and then come back for Reddy. Poor Reddy. He did his best not
to complain, but it was such hard work. And somehow Reddy Fox didn't
believe that it was at all necessary. He had been terribly frightened
when he had disobeyed Granny Fox that afternoon and put his head out the
door, only to look right into the freckled face of Farmer Brown's boy.
He had ducked back out of sight again too quickly for Farmer Brown's boy
to shoot, and now he couldn't see why old Granny Fox wanted to move that
"She's getting old. She's getting old and timid and fussy," muttered
Reddy Fox, as he hobbled along behind her.
It seemed to Reddy as if they had walked miles and miles. He really
thought that they had been walking nearly all night when old Granny Fox
stopped in front of the worst-looking old fox house Reddy had ever seen.
"Here we are!" said she.
"What! Are we going to live in that thing?" cried Reddy. "It isn't fit
for any respectable fox to put his nose into."
"It is where I was born!" snapped old Granny Fox. "If you want to keep
out of harm's way, don't go to putting on airs now.
"Who scorns the simple things of life
And tilts his nose at all he sees,
Is almost sure to feel the knife
Of want cut through his pleasant ease.
"Now don't let me hear another word from you, but get inside at once!"
Reddy Fox didn't quite understand all Granny Fox said, but he knew when
she was to be obeyed, and so he crawled gingerly through the broken-down
XXV. Peter Rabbit Makes a Discovery
Hardly had jolly, round, red Mr. Sun thrown off his nightcap and come
out from his home behind the Purple Hills for his daily climb up in the
blue, blue sky, when Farmer Brown's boy started down the Lone Little
Path through the Green Forest.
Peter Rabbit, who had been out all night and was just then on his way
home, saw him. Peter stopped and sat up to rub his eyes and look again.
He wasn't quite sure that he had seen aright the first time. But he
had. There was Farmer Brown's boy, sure enough, and at his heels trotted
Bowser the Hound.
Peter Rabbit rubbed his eyes once more and wrinkled up his eyebrows.
Farmer Brown's boy certainly had a gun over one shoulder and a spade
over the other. Where could he be going down the Lone Little Path with a
spade? Farmer Brown's garden certainly was not in that direction. Peter
watched him out of sight and then he hurried down to the Green Meadows
to tell Johnny Chuck what he had seen. My, how Peter's long legs did
fly! He was so excited that he had forgotten how sleepy he had felt a
few minutes before.
Halfway down to Johnny Chuck's house, Peter Rabbit almost ran plump into
Bobby Coon and Jimmy Skunk, who had been quarreling and were calling
each other names. They stopped when they saw Peter Rabbit.
"Peter Rabbit runs away
From his shadder, so they say.
Peter, Peter, what a sight!
Tell us why this sudden fright,"
shouted Bobby Coon.
Peter Rabbit stopped short. Indeed, he stopped so short that he almost
turned a somersault. "Say," he panted, "I've just seen Farmer Brown's
"You don't say so!" said Jimmy Skunk, pretending to be very much
surprised. "You don't say so! Why, now I think of it, I believe I've
seen Farmer Brown's boy a few times myself."
Peter Rabbit made a good-natured face at Jimmy Skunk, and then he told
all about how he had seen Farmer Brown's boy with gun and spade and
Bowser the Hound going down the Lone Little Path. "You know there isn't
any garden down that way," he concluded.
Bobby Coon's face wore a sober look. Yes, Sir, all the fun was gone from
Bobby Coon's face.
"What's the matter?" asked Jimmy Skunk.
"I was just thinking that Reddy Fox lives over in that direction and he
is so stiff that he cannot run," replied Bobby Coon.
Jimmy Skunk hitched up his trousers and started toward the Lone Little
Path. "Come on!" said he. "Let's follow him and see what he is about."
Bobby Coon followed at once, but Peter Rabbit said he would hurry over
and get Johnny Chuck and then join the others.
All this time Farmer Brown's boy had been hurrying down the Lone Little
Path to the home old Granny Fox and Reddy Fox had moved out of the night
before. Of course, he didn't know that they had moved. He put down his
gun, and by the time Jimmy Skunk and Bobby Coon and Peter Rabbit and
Johnny Chuck reached a place where they could peep out and see what was
going on, he had dug a great hole.
"Oh!" cried Peter Rabbit, "he's digging into the house of Reddy Fox, and
he'll catch poor Reddy!"
XXVI. Farmer Brown's Boy Works for Nothing
The grass around the doorstep of the house where Reddy Fox had always
lived was all wet with dew when Farmer Brown's boy laid his gun down,
took off his coat, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and picked up his spade.
It was cool and beautiful there on the edge of the Green Meadows. Jolly,
round, red Mr. Sun had just begun his long climb up in the blue, blue
sky. Mr. Redwing was singing for joy over in the bulrushes on the edge
of the Smiling Pool. Yes, it was very beautiful, very beautiful indeed.
It didn't seem as if harm could come to anyone on such a beautiful
But there was Farmer Brown's boy. He had crawled on his hands and knees
without making a sound to get near enough to the home of Reddy Fox to
shoot if Reddy was outside. But there was no sign of Reddy, so Farmer
Brown's boy had hopped up, and now he was whistling as he began to dig.
His freckled face looked good-natured. It didn't seem as if he could
mean harm to anyone.
But there lay the gun, and he was working as if he meant to get to the
very bottom of Reddy Fox's home!
Deeper and deeper grew the hole, and bigger and bigger grew the pile of
sand which he threw out. He didn't know that anyone was watching him,
except Bowser the Hound. He didn't see Johnny Chuck peeping from behind
a tall bunch of meadow grass, or Peter Rabbit peeping from behind a
tree on the edge of the Green Forest, or Bobby Coon looking from a safe
hiding place in the top of that same tree. He didn't see Jimmy Skunk or
Unc' Billy Possum or Happy Jack Squirrel or Digger the Badger. He didn't
see one of them, but they saw him. They saw every shovelful of sand that
he threw, and their hearts went pit-a-pat as they watched, for each one
felt sure that something dreadful was going to happen to Reddy Fox.
Only Ol' Mistah Buzzard knew better. From way up high in the blue, blue
sky he could look down and see many things. He could see all the little
meadow and forest people who were watching Farmer Brown's boy. The
harder Farmer Brown's boy worked, the more Ol' Mistah Buzzard chuckled
to himself. What was he laughing at? Why, he could see the sharp face of
old Granny Fox, peeping out from behind an old fence corner, and she was
grinning. So Ol' Mistah Buzzard knew Reddy Fox was safe.
But the other little people of the Green Forest and the Green Meadows
didn't know that old Granny Fox and Reddy Fox had moved, and their faces
grew longer and longer as they watched Farmer Brown's boy go deeper and
deeper into the ground.
"Reddy Fox has worried me almost to death and would eat me if he could
catch me, but somehow things wouldn't be quite the same without him
around. Oh dear, I don't want him killed," moaned Peter Rabbit.
"Perhaps he isn't home," said Jimmy Skunk.
"Of course he's home; he's so stiff and sore he can hardly walk at all
and has to stay home," replied Johnny Chuck. "Hello, what's the matter
Everybody looked. Farmer Brown's boy had climbed out of the hole. He
looked tired and cross. He rested for a few minutes, and as he rested,
he scowled. Then he began to shovel the sand back into the hole. He had
reached the bottom and found no one there.
"Hurrah!" shouted Peter Rabbit and struck his heels together as he
jumped up in the air.
And the others were just as glad as Peter Rabbit. Johnny Chuck was
especially glad, for, you see, Farmer Brown's boy had once found
Johnny's snug home, and Johnny had had to move as suddenly as did Granny
and Reddy Fox. Johnny knew just how Reddy must feel, for he had had many
narrow escapes in his short life. You can read all about them in the
next book, The Adventures of Johnny Chuck.