And right at that very instant Farmer Brown's boy did something.
What do you think it was? No, he didn't shoot her. He didn't fire
his dreadful gun. What do you think he did do? Why, he threw a
snowball at Old Granny Fox and shouted "Boo!" That is what he did
and all he did, except to laugh as Granny gave a great leap and then
made those black legs of hers fly as never before.
Every instant Granny expected to hear that dreadful gun, and it
seemed as if her heart would burst with fright as she ran, thinking
each jump would be the last one. But the dreadful gun didn't bang,
and after a little, when she felt she was safe, she turned to look
back over her shoulder. Farmer Brown's boy was standing right where
she had last seen him, and he was laughing harder than ever.
Yes, Sir, he was laughing, and though Old Granny Fox didn't think so
at the time, his laugh was good to hear, for it was good-natured and
merry and all that an honest laugh should be.
"Go it, Granny! Go it!" shouted Farmer Brown's boy. "And the next time
you are tempted to steal my chickens, just remember that I caught you
napping and let you off when I might have shot you. Just remember that
and leave my chickens alone."
Now it happened that Tommy Tit the Chickadee had seen all that had
happened, and he fairly bubbled over with joy. "Dee, dee, dee,
Chickadee! It is just as I have always said -- Farmer Brown's boy
isn't bad.
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