It is the way with young Ducks and Foxes and with some other youngsters
I know.
When Quacker first saw Granny Fox on the little beach, he flirted his
absurd little tail and smiled as he thought how she must wish she
could catch him. But so far as he could see, Granny didn't once look
at him.
"She doesn't know I'm out here at all," thought Quacker.
Then suddenly he sat up very straight and looked with all his might.
What under the sun was the matter with that Fox? She was acting as
if she had suddenly lost her senses.
Over and over she rolled. Around and around she spun. She turned
somersaults. She lay on her back and kicked her heels in the air.
Never in his life had he known any one to act like that. There must
be something the matter with her.
Quacker began to get excited. He couldn't keep his eyes off Old
Granny Fox. He began to swim nearer. He wanted to see better.
He quite forgot she was a Fox. She moved so fast that she was just
a queer red spot on the beach. Whatever she was doing was very
curious and very exciting. He swam nearer and nearer. The excitement
was catching. He began to swim in circles himself. All the time he
drew nearer and nearer to the shore. He didn't have the least bit
of fear. He was just curious. He wanted to see better.
All the time Granny was cutting up her antics, she was watching Quacker,
though he didn't suspect it.
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