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 Reddy.
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!