"He
done spoil mah hunting at Farmer Brown's, he raised such a fuss
among the hens up there. 'Tisn't safe to go there any mo'! No,
Suh, 'tisn't safe, and it won't be safe for a right smart while.
Did yo' say that Granny Fox is home?"
The Merry Little Breeze hadn't said anything about Granny Fox,
but now remembered that she had gone up the hill.
"Ah believe Ah will just tote my sympathy over to Reddy Fox,"
said Unc' Billy Possum, as he started in the direction of Reddy
Fox's house. But he made sure that old Granny Fox was not at home
before he showed himself. Reddy Fox lay on his doorstep. He was
sick and sore and stiff. Indeed, he was so stiff he couldn't walk
at all. And he was weak--weak and hungry, dreadfully hungry. When
he heard footsteps, he thought old Granny Fox was bringing him
the chicken after which she had gone. He felt too ill even to
turn his head.
"Did you get the chicken, Granny?" he asked weakly. No one
answered. "I say, did you get the chicken, Granny?" Reddy's voice
sounded a little sharp and cross as he asked this time.
Still there was no reply, and Reddy began to be a little bit
suspicious. He turned over and raised his head to look. Instead
of old Granny Fox, there was Unc' Billy Possum grinning at him.
"Smarty, Smarty is a thief!
Smarty, Smarty came to grief!
Tried to show off just for fun
And ran too near a loaded gun.
"Yo' all certainly has got just what yo' deserve, and Ah'm glad
of it! Ah'm glad of it, Suh!" said Unc' Billy Possum severely.
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