The Adventures of Reddy Fox
Thornton W. Burgess
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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
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
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?" she asked.
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
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
"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 beside Reddy.
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 Reddy's boasting.
"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 would.
"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 Reddy.
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 self-satisfied way.
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
"Did you think you could fool me with that old trick?" roared
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
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 trouble.
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 trap.
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
"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 was
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
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
"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,
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 trunk.
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 bit faster.
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 his doorway.
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 his home.
"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 hurts.
"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
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 that!
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
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
"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
"Oh, please, Johnny Chuck," pleaded Peter Rabbit.
Finally Johnny gave in. "I said that Reddy Fox can't walk. Aren't
you glad, Peter?"
"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, doesn't it?''
"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
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
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 Peter Rabbit.
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
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 watching her.
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
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 twinkled.
"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
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
"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
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 before.
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 chicken.
"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
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 beetles.
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 fierce.
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
"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
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
"Ha! ha! ha!" laughed Jimmy Skunk. "That's what you get for
calling me names.
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
"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
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
"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 mischief.
"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 Green
"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
"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
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
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
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 missed.
"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 himself.
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 Green Forest.
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
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 dark."
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
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 it.
And Farmer Brown's boy also grinned, as he heard the voice of
Bowser the Hound.
"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 Fox.
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 Fox.
"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 himself."
"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 Possum.
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
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
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 her tracks.
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
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
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,
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
Reddy Fox poked his head out and--looked straight into the
freckled face of Farmer Brown's boy and the muzzle of that
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
"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 Buzzard."
Ol' Mistah Buzzard felt flattered. "Yes," said he, "Ah can see
all that's going on on the Green Meadows and in the Green
"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 Granny Fox.
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
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 Brown's boy?"
"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
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,"
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 been.
"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
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
Granny Fox sighed in relief. It had been a terrible scare, the
worst she could remember.
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 dear!"
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
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
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 doorway.
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 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 boy."
"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
"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 morning.
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
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
"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 now?"
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
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