"I don't want to go in," whined Reddy Fox. "It's nice and warm
out here, and I feel a lot better than when I am curled up way
down there in the dark."
Old Granny Fox turned, and her eyes blazed as she looked at Reddy
Fox. She didn't say a word. She didn't have to. Reddy just
crawled into his house, muttering to himself. Granny stuck her
head in at the door.
"Don't you come out until I come back," she ordered. Then she
added: "Farmer Brown's boy is coming with his gun."
Reddy Fox shivered when he heard that. He didn't believe Granny
Fox. He thought she was saying that just to scare him and make
him stay inside. But he shivered just the same. You see, he knew
now what it meant to be shot, for he was still too stiff and sore
to run, all because he had gone too near Farmer Brown's boy and
his gun.
But old Granny Fox had not been fooling when she told Reddy Fox
that Farmer Brown's boy was coming with a gun. It was true. He
was coming down the Lone Little Path, and ahead of him was
trotting Bowser the Hound. How did old Granny Fox know it? She
just felt it! She didn't hear them, she didn't see them, and she
didn't smell them; she just felt that they were coming. So as
soon as she saw that Reddy Fox had obeyed her, she was off like a
little red flash.
"It won't do to let them find our home," said Granny to herself,
as she disappeared in the Green Forest.
First she hurried to a little point on the hill where she could
look down the Lone Little Path.
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