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.