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 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 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 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.