Instead
Unc' Billy Possum looked worried.
"There goes that boy with a gun, and nobody knows what'll happen
when it goes off. If he can't find Reddy Fox, just as likely as
not he'll point it at somebody else just fo' fun. Ah hope he doan
meet up with mah ol' woman or any of mah li'l' pickaninnies. Ah'm
plumb afraid of a boy with a gun, Ah am. 'Pears like he doan have
any sense. Ah reckon Ah better be moving along right smart and
tell mah family to stay right close in the ol' hollow tree,"
muttered Unc' Billy Possum, slipping out from his hiding place.
Then Unc' Billy began to run as fast as he could toward the Green
Forest.
XVIII. The Hunt for Reddy Fox
"Trouble, trouble, trouble, I feel it in the air;
Trouble, trouble, trouble, it's round me everywhere."
Old Granny Fox muttered this over and over, as she kept walking
around uneasily and sniffing the air.
"I don't see any trouble and I don't feel any trouble in the air.
It's all in the sore places where I was shot," said Reddy Fox,
who was stretched out on the doorstep of their home.
"That's because you haven't got any sense. When you do get some
and learn to look where you are going, you won't get shot from
behind old tree trunks and you will be able to feel trouble when
it is near, without waiting for it to show itself. Now I feel
trouble. You go down into the house and stay there!" Granny Fox
stopped to test the air with her nose, just as she had been
testing it for the last ten minutes.
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