She saw that she could get
almost to where Peter Rabbit was sitting and never once show
herself to him. Then she looked this way and looked that way to
make sure that no one was watching her.
No one did she see on the Green Meadows who was looking her way.
Then Granny Fox began to crawl from one clump of grass to another
and from bush to bush. Sometimes she wriggled along flat on her
stomach. Little by little she was drawing nearer and nearer to
Peter Rabbit.
Now with all her smartness old Granny Fox had forgotten one
thing. Yes, Sir, she had forgotten one thing. Never once had she
thought to look up in the sky.
And there was Ol' Mistah Buzzard sailing round and round and
looking down and seeing all that was going on below.
Ol' Mistah Buzzard is sharp. He knew just what old Granny Fox was
planning to do--knew it as well as if he had read her thoughts.
His eyes twinkled.
"Ah cert'nly can't allow li'l' Brer Rabbit to be hurt, Ah
cert'nly can't!" muttered Ol' Mistah Buzzard, and chuckled.
Then he slanted his broad wings downward and without a sound slid
down out of the sky till he was right behind Granny Fox.
"Do yo' always crawl home, Granny Fox?" asked Ol' Mistah Buzzard.
Granny Fox was so startled, for she hadn't heard a sound, that
she jumped almost out of her skin. Of course Peter Rabbit saw her
then, and was off like a shot.
Granny Fox showed all her teeth. "I wish you would mind your own
business, Mistah Buzzard!" she snarled.
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