"
"Oh, Mistah Buzzard, you don't really mean that!" exclaimed old
Granny Fox, just as if she wanted to believe it, but couldn't.
"Yes, Ah can!" replied Ol' Mistah Buzzard.
"Really, Mistah Buzzard? Really? Oh, I can't believe that your
eyes are so sharp as all that! Now I know where Bowser the Hound
is and where Farmer Brown's boy is, but I don't believe you can
see them," said Granny Fox.
Ol' Mistah Buzzard never said a word but spread his broad wings
and in a few minutes he had sailed up, up, up until he looked
like just a tiny speck to old Granny Fox. Now old Granny Fox had
not told the truth when she said she knew where Farmer Brown's
boy was. She thought she would trick Ol' Mistah Buzzard into
telling her.
In a few minutes down came Ol' Mistah Buzzard. "Bowser the Hound
is up in the old back pasture," said he.
"Right!" cried old Granny Fox, clapping her hands. "And where is
Farmer Brown's boy?"
"Farmer Brown's boy is. . ." Ol' Mistah Buzzard paused.
"Where? Where?" asked Granny Fox, so eagerly that Ol' Mistah
Buzzard looked at her sharply.
"Yo' said you knew, so what's the use of telling yo'?" said Ol'
Mistah Buzzard. Then he added: "But if Ah was yo', Ah cert'nly
would get home right smart soon."
"Why? Do, do tell me what you saw, Mistah Buzzard!" begged Granny
Fox.
But Ol' Mistah Buzzard wouldn't say another word, so old Granny
Fox started for home as fast as she could run.
"Oh dear, I do hope Reddy Fox minded me and stayed in the house,"
she muttered.
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