As he swam nearer and nearer to the shore,
Granny rolled and tumbled farther and farther back. At last Quacker
was close to the shore. If he kept on, he would be right on the land
in a few minutes. And all the time he stared and stared. No thought
of danger entered his head. You see, there was no room because it
was so filled with curiosity.
"In a minute more I'll have him," thought Granny, and whirled faster
than ever. And just then something happened.
CHAPTER V: Reddy Fox Is Afraid To Go Home
Yes, Sir, a chicken track is good to see, but
it often puts nothing but water in my mouth.
- Old Granny Fox.
Reddy Fox thought of that saying many times as he hunted through the
Green Forest that night, afraid to go home. You see, he had almost
dined on Quacker the Duck over at the Big River that day and then
hadn't, and it was all his own fault. That was why he was afraid to
go home. From his hiding-place on the bank he had watched Quacker
swim in and in until he was almost on the shore where old Granny Fox
was whirling and rolling and tumbling about as if she had entirely
lost her senses. Indeed, Reddy had been quite sure that she had
when she began. It wasn't until he saw that curiosity was drawing
Quacker right in so that in a minute or two Granny would be able to
catch him, that he understood that Granny was anything but crazy,
and really was teaching him a new trick as well as trying to catch
a dinner.
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