ALL IS WELL THAT ENDS WELL
When things go wrong, just
patient be
Until the end you plainly
see.
For often things that seem
all bad
Will end by making all hands
glad.
Bowser the Hound.
Reddy Fox, trotting homeward, had
nothing but bitterness in his heart, and nothing at
all in his stomach. He was tired and hungry and
bitterly disappointed. He was in a country with
which he was not familiar, and so he did not know
where to hunt, and he felt that he just must get something
to eat. Do what he would, he couldn’t help
thinking about that fat hen he had hidden and which
had so mysteriously disappeared. The more he
thought of it, the worse he felt. It was bad enough
to be hungry and have no idea where the next meal
was coming from, but it was many times worse to have
had that meal and then lose it. To Reddy, everything
was all wrong.
Now on his way home Ready had to pass
several farms. Hunger made him bold, and at each
farm he stole softly as near as possible to the farmyard,
hoping that he might find more fat hens unguarded.
Now it happened that that afternoon a farmer at one
of these farms was preparing some chickens to be taken
to market early the next morning. He was picking
these chickens in a shed attached to the barn.
He had several all picked when he was called to the
house on an errand.
It happened that just after he had
disappeared Reddy Fox came stealing around from behind
the barn, and at once he smelled those chickens.
Just imagine how Reddy felt when he peeped in that
shed and saw those fine chickens just waiting for
him. Two minutes later Reddy was racing back
to the woods with one of them. This time there
was no dog behind him. And in a little hollow
Reddy ate the finest dinner he ever had had. You
see there were no feathers to bother him on that chicken,
for it had been picked. When the last bit had
disappeared, Reddy once more started for home, and
this time he was happy, for his stomach was full.
Long before Reddy got back to the
Old Pasture Farmer Brown’s boy and Bowser the
Hound had reached home. Such a fuss as everybody
did make over Bowser. It seemed as if each one
at Farmer Brown’s was trying to spoil Bowser.
As for Bowser himself, he was the happiest dog in all
the Great World.
Blacky the Crow got back to the Green
Forest near Farmer Brown’s just before jolly,
round Mr. Sun went to bed. Blacky had found plenty
to eat and he had seen no more of fierce Mr. Goshawk.
As Blacky settled himself on his roost he heard from
the direction of Farmer Brown’s house a great
voice. It was the voice of Bowser the Hound trying
to express his joy in being home. Blacky chuckled
contentedly. He, too, was happy, for it always
makes one happy to have one’s plans succeed.
“All’s well that end’s
well,” he chuckled, and closed his eyes sleepily.
Blacky never could have fooled old
Granny Fox as he did Reddy. She is far too smart
to be fooled even by so clever a scamp as Blacky.
She is so smart that she deserves a book all her own,
and so the next volume in this series will be Old
Granny Fox.