One morning when Mr. Sun was very,
very bright and it was very, very warm, down on the
Green Meadows Reddy Fox came hopping and skipping
down the Lone Little Path that leads to the Laughing
Brook. Hoppity, skip, skippity hop! Reddy
felt very much pleased with himself that sunny morning.
Pretty soon he saw Johnny Chuck sitting up very straight
close by the little house where he lives.
“Johnny Chuck, Chuck, Chuck!
Johnny Chuck, Chuck, Chuck! Johnny Woodchuck!”
called Reddy fox.
Johnny Chuck pretended not to hear.
His mother had told him not to play with Reddy Fox,
for Reddy Fox was a bad boy.
“Johnny Chuck, Chuck, Chuck!
Johnny Woodchuck!” called Reddy again.
This time Johnny turned and looked.
He could see Reddy Fox turning somersaults and chasing
his tail and rolling over and over in the little path.
“Come on!” said Reddy Fox. “Let’s
go fishing!”
“Can’t,” said Johnny
Chuck, because you know, his mother had told him not
to play with Reddy Fox.
“I’ll show you how to
catch a fish,” said Reddy Fox, and tried to
jump over his own shadow.
“Can’t,” said good
little Johnny Chuck again, and turned away so that
he couldn’t see Reddy Fox chasing Butterflies
and playing catch with Field Mice children.
So Reddy Fox went down to the Laughing
Brook all alone. The Brook was laughing and singing
on its way to join the Big River. The sky was
blue and the sun was bright. Reddy Fox jumped
on the Big Rock in the middle of the Laughing Brook
and peeped over the other side. What do you think
he saw? Why, right down below in a Dear Little
Pool were Mr. And Mrs. Trout and all the little Trouts.
Reddy Fox wanted some of those little
Trouts to take home for his dinner, but he didn’t
know how to catch them. He lay flat down on the
Big Rock and reached way down into the Dear Little
Pool, but all the little Trouts laughed at Reddy Fox
and not one came within reach. Then Mr. Trout
swam up so quickly that Reddy Fox didn’t see
him coming and bit Reddy’s little black paw hard.
“Ouch!” cried Reddy Fox,
pulling his little black paw out of the water.
And all the little Trouts laughed at Reddy Fox.
Just then along came Billy Mink.
“Hello, Reddy Fox!” said Billy Mink.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m trying to catch a fish,” said
Reddy Fox.
“Pooh! That’s easy!” said Billy
Mink. “I’ll show you how.”
So Billy Mink lay down on the Big
Rock side of Reddy Fox and peeped over into the Dear
Little Pool where all the little Trouts were laughing
at Reddy Fox and having such a good time. But
Billy Mink took care, such very great care, that Mr.
Trout and Mrs. Trout should not see him peeping over
into the Dear Little Pool.
When Billy Mink saw all those little
Trouts playing in the Dear Little Pool he laughed.
“You count three, Reddy Fox,” said he,
“and I’ll show you how to catch a fish.”
“One!” said Reddy Fox, “Two!
Three!”
Splash! Billy Mink had dived
head first into the Dear Little Pool. He spattered
water way up onto Reddy Fox, and he frightened old
Mr. Frog so that he fell over backwards off the lily
pad where he was taking a morning nap right into the
water. In a minute Billy Mink climbed out on
the other side of the Dear Little Pool and sure enough,
he had caught one of the little Trouts.
“Give it to me,” cried Reddy Fox.
“Catch one yourself,”
said Billy Mink. “Old Grandpa Mink wants
a fish for his dinner, so I am going to take this
home. You’re afraid, Reddy Fox! ’Fraid-cat!
Fraid-cat!”
Billy Mink shook the water off of
his little brown coat, picked up the little Trout
and ran off home.
Reddy Fox lay down again on the Big
Rock and peeped into the Dear Little Pool. Not
a single Trout could he see. They were all hiding
safely with Mr. and Mrs. Trout. Reddy Fox watched
and watched. The sun was warm, the Laughing Brook
was singing a lullaby and—what do you think?
Why, Reddy Fox went fast asleep on the edge of the
great Big Rock.
By and by Reddy Fox began to dream.
He dreamed that he had a nice little brown coat that
was waterproof, just like the little brown coat that
Billy Mink wore. Yes, and he dreamed that he had
learned to swim and to catch fish just as Billy Mink
did. He dreamed that the Dear Little Pool was
full of little Trouts and that he was just going to
catch one when—splash! Reddy Fox had
rolled right off of the Big Rock into the Dear Little
Pool.
The water went into the eyes of Reddy
Fox, and it went up his nose and he swallowed so much
that he felt as if he never, never would want another
drink of water. And his beautiful red coat, which
old Mother Fox had told him to be very, very careful
of because he couldn’t have another for a whole
year, was oh so wet! And his pants were wet and
his beautiful bushy tail, of which he was so proud,
was so full of water that he couldn’t hold it
up, but had to drag it up the bank after him as he
crawled out of the Dear Little Pool.
“Ha! Ha! Ha!”
laughed Mr. Kingfisher, sitting on a tree.
“Ho! Ho! Ho!”
laughed old Mr. Frog, who had climbed back on his
lily pad.
“He! He! He!”
laughed all the little Trouts and Mr. Trout and Mrs.
Trout, swimming round and round in the Dear Little
Pool.
“Ha! Ha! Ha!
Ho! Ho! Ho! He! He! He!”
laughed Billy Mink, who had come back to the Big Rock
just in time to see Reddy Fox tumble in.
Reddy Fox didn’t say a word,
he was so ashamed. He just crept up the Lone
Little Path to his home, dragging his tail, all wet
and muddy, behind him, and dripping water all the
way.
Johnny Chuck was still sitting by
his door as his mother had told him to. Reddy
Fox tried to go past without being seen, but Johnny
Chuck’s bright little eyes saw him.
“Where are your fish, Reddy
Fox?” called Johnny Chuck.
“Why don’t you turn somersaults,
and jump over your shadow and chase Butterflies and
play with the little Field Mice, Reddy Fox?”
called Johnny Chuck.
But Reddy Fox just walked faster.
When he got almost home he saw old Mother Fox sitting
in the doorway with a great big switch across her
lap, for Mother Fox had told Reddy Fox not to go near
the Laughing Brook.
And this is all I am going to tell
you about how Reddy Fox went fishing.