DANNY MEADOW MOUSE REMEMBERS AND REDDY FOX FORGETS
HERE he goes!" cried old Granny Fox. "Don't let him sit
"I hear him!" shouted Reddy Fox, and plunged down into
the snow just as Granny Fox had done a minute before.
But he didn't catch anything, and when he had blown the
snow out of his nose and wiped it out of his eyes, he
saw Granny Fox dive into the snow with no better luck.
"Never mind," said Granny Fox, "as long as we keep him
running, we can hear him, and some one of these times
we'll catch him. Pretty soon he'll get too tired to be
so spry, and when he is—" Granny didn't finish,
but licked her chops and smacked her lips. Reddy Fox
grinned, then licked his chops and smacked his lips.
Then once more they took turns diving into the snow.
And down underneath in the little tunnels he had made,
Danny Meadow Mouse was running for his life. He was
getting tired, just as old Granny Fox had said he
would. He was almost out of breath. He was sore and one
leg smarted, for in one of her jumps old Granny Fox had
so nearly caught him that her claws had torn his pants
and scratched him.
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear! If only I had time to think!"
panted Danny Meadow Mouse, and then he squealed in
still greater fright as Reddy Fox crashed down into his
tunnel right at his very hells. "I've got to get
somewhere! I've got to get somewhere where they can't
get at me!" he sobbed. And right that very instant he
remembered the old fence-post!
The old fence-post lay on the ground and was hollow.
Fastened to it were long wires with sharp cruel barbs.
Danny had made a tunnel over to that old fence-post the
very first day after the snow came, for in that hollow
in the old post he had a secret store of seeds. Why
hadn't he though of it before? It must have been
because he was too frightened to think. But he
remembered now, and he dodged into the tunnel that led
to the old fence-post, running faster than ever, for
though his heart was in his mouth from fear, in his
heart was hope, and hope is a wonderful thing.
Now old Granny Fox knew all about that old fence-post
and she remembered all about those barbed wires
fastened to it. Although they were covered with snow
she knew just about where they lay, and just before she
reached them she stopped plunging down in the snow.
Reddy Fox knew about those wires, too, but he was so
excited that he forgot all about them.
"Stop!" cried old Granny Fox sharply.
But Reddy Fox didn't hear, or if he heard he didn't
heed. His sharp ears could hear Danny Meadow Mouse
running almost underneath him. Granny Fox could stop if
she wanted to, but he was going to have Danny Meadow
Mouse for his breakfast! Down into the snow he plunged
as hard as ever he could.
"Oh! Oh! Wow! Wow! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!"
That wasn't the voice of Danny Meadow Mouse. Oh, my,
no! It was the voice of Reddy Fox. Yes, Sir, it was the
voice of Reddy Fox. He had landed with one of his back
paws right on one of those sharp wire barbs, and it
"I never did know a young Fox who could get into so
much trouble as you can!" snapped old Granny Fox, as
Reddy hobbled along on three legs behind her, across
the snow-covered Green Meadows. "It serves you right
"Yes'm," said Reddy meekly.
And safe in the hollow of the old fence-post, Danny
Meadow Mouse was dressing the scratch on his leg made
by the claws of old Granny Fox.
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