Those are always on
guard, even when she is asleep, and at the least sound open fly her
eyes, and she is ready to run. If it were not for the way her sharp
ears keep guard, she wouldn't dare take naps in the open right in
broad daylight. If you ever want to catch a Fox asleep, you mustn't
make the teeniest, weeniest noise. Just remember that.
Now Old Granny Fox had no sooner closed her eyes than she began to
dream. At first it was a very pleasant dream, the pleasantest dream a
Fox can have. It was of a chicken dinner, all the chicken she could
eat. Granny certainly enjoyed that dream. It made her smack her lips
quite as if it were a real and not a dream dinner she was enjoying.
But presently the dream changed and became a bad dream. Yes, indeed,
it became a bad dream. It was as bad as at first it had been good.
It seemed to Granny that Bowser the Hound had become very smart,
smarter than she had ever known him to be before. Do what she
would, she couldn't fool him. Not one of all the tricks she knew,
and she knew a great many, fooled him at all. They didn't puzzle
him long enough for her to get her breath.
Bowser kept getting nearer and nearer and nearer, all in the dream,
you know, until it seemed as if his great voice sounded right at her
very heels. She was so tired that it seemed to her that she couldn't
run another step.
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