She hadn't the least hope in the world. Farmer Brown's boy had only
to fire that dreadful gun, and that would be the end of her. She
knew it.
CHAPTER VIII: What Farmer Brown's Boy Did
In time of danger heed this rule:
Think hard and fast, but pray keep cool.
- Old Granny Fox.
Poor Old Granny Fox! She had thought that she had been in tight
places before, but never, never had she been in such a tight place
as this. There stood Farmer Brown's boy looking along the barrel of
his dreadful gun straight at her, and only such a short distance,
such a very short distance away! It wasn't the least bit of use to run.
Granny knew that. That dreadful gun would go "bang!" and that would
be the end of her.
For a few seconds she stared at Farmer Brown's boy, too frightened
to move or even think. Then she began to wonder why that dreadful
gun didn't go off. What was Farmer Brown's boy waiting for? She got
to her feet. She was sure that the first step would be her last,
yet she couldn't stay there.
How could Fanner Brown's boy do such a dreadful thing? Somehow, his
freckled face didn't look cruel. He was even beginning to grin.
That must be because he had caught her napping and knew that this
time she couldn't possibly get away from him as she had so many
times before. "Oh!" sobbed Old Granny Fox under her breath.
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