No one ever is so smart that some
one else
may not prove to be smarter still.
— Old Granny
Fox.
Listen and you shall hear all about
three rogues. Two were in red and were Granny
and Reddy Fox. And one was in gray and was Old
Man Coyote. They were the slyest, smartest rogues
on all the Green Meadows or in all the Green Forest.
All three had started out to steal the same dinner,
but the funny part is they didn’t intend to steal
it from the same person. And still funnier is
it that one of them didn’t even know where that
dinner was or what kind of a dinner it would be.
True to his resolve to know what Granny
and Reddy Fox were getting to eat, and where they
were getting it, Old Man Coyote hid where he could
see what was going on about Farmer Brown’s, for
it was there he felt sure that Granny and Reddy were
getting food. He had waited only a little while
when along came Granny and Reddy Fox past the place
where Old Man Coyote was hiding. They didn’t
see him. Of course not. He took care that
they should have no chance. But anyway, they
were not thinking of him. Their thoughts were
all of that dinner they intended to have, and the
smart trick by which they would get it.
So with their thoughts all on that
dinner they slipped up behind the barn and prepared
to work the trick which had been so successful before.
Old Man Coyote crept after them. He saw Reddy
Fox lie down where he could peep around the corner
of the barn to watch Bowser the Hound and to see that
no one else was about. He saw Granny leave Reddy
there and hurry away. Old Man Coyote’s
wits worked fast.
“I can’t be in two places
at once,” thought he, “so I can’t
watch both Granny and Reddy. As I can watch
but one, which one shall it be? Granny, of course.
Granny is the smartest of the two, and whatever they
are up to, she is at the bottom of it. Granny
is the one to follow.”
So, like a gray shadow, crafty Old
Man Coyote stole after Granny Fox and saw her hide
behind the corner of the shed at the end of which
was the little house of Bowser the Hound. He
crept as near as he dared and then lay flat down behind
a little bunch of dead grass close to the shed.
For some time nothing happened, and Old Man Coyote
was puzzled. Every once in a while Granny Fox
would look behind and all about to be sure that no
danger was near, but she didn’t see Old Man
Coyote. After what seemed to him a long time,
he heard a door open on the other side of the shed.
It was Mrs. Brown carrying Bowser’s dinner
out to him. Of course, Old Man Coyote didn’t
know this. He knew by the sounds that some one
had come out of the house, and it made him nervous.
He didn’t like being so close to Farmer Brown’s
house in broad daylight. But he kept his eyes
on Granny Fox, and he saw her ears prick up in a way
that he knew meant that those sounds were just what
she had been waiting for.
“If she isn’t afraid,
I don’t need to be,” thought he craftily.
After a few minutes he heard a door close and knew
that whoever had come out had gone back into the house.
Almost at once Bowser the Hound began to yelp and
whine. Swiftly Granny Fox disappeared around
the corner of the shed. Just as swiftly Old Man
Coyote ran forward and peeped around the corner.
There was Bowser the Hound tugging at his chain,
and just beyond his reach was Reddy Fox, grinning
in the most provoking manner. And there was Granny
Fox, backing and dragging after her Bowser’s
dinner. In a flash Old Man Coyote understood
the plan, and he almost chuckled aloud at the cleverness
of it. Then he hastily backed behind the shed
and waited. In a minute Granny Fox appeared,
dragging Bowser’s dinner. She was so intent
on getting that dinner that she almost backed into
Old Man Coyote without suspecting that he was anywhere
about.
“Thank you, Granny. You
needn’t bother about it any longer; I’ll
take it now,” growled Old Man Coyote in Granny’s
ear.
Granny let go of that dinner as if
it burned her tongue, and with a frightened little
yelp leaped to one side. A minute later Reddy
came racing around from behind the barn eager for
his share. What he saw was Old Man Coyote bolting
down that twice-stolen dinner while Granny Fox fairly
danced with rage.