“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
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 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.