The wonder is that you weren't killed
when you poked your head out right in front of Farmer Brown's
boy. Now that he knows where we live, he will give us no peace.
Move along lively now! This is the best home I have ever had, and
now I've got to leave it. Oh dear! Oh dear!"
Reddy Fox hobbled along up the long hall and out the front door.
He was walking on three legs, and at every step he made a face
because, you know, it hurt so to walk.
The little stars, looking down from the sky, saw Reddy Fox limp
out the door of the house he had lived in so long, and right
behind him came old Granny Fox. Granny sighed and wiped away a
tear, as she said good-by to her old home. Reddy Fox was thinking
too much of his own troubles to notice how badly Granny Fox was
feeling. Every few steps he had to sit down and rest because it
hurt him so to walk.
"I don't see the use of moving tonight, anyway. It would be a lot
easier and pleasanter when the sun is shining. This night air
makes me so stiff that I know I never will get over it," grumbled
Reddy Fox.
Old Granny Fox listened to him for a while, and then she lost
patience. Yes, Sir, Granny Fox lost patience. She boxed Reddy Fox
first on one ear and then on the other. Reddy began to snivel.
"Stop that!" said Granny Fox sharply. "Do you want all the
neighbors to know that we have got to move? They'll find it out
soon enough. Now come along without any more fuss. If you don't,
I'll just go off and leave you to shift for yourself.
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