Reddy was very stiff and sore, for he had
been shot by a hunter. He was so sore he could hardly walk, and
could not go very far. So old Granny Fox had led him to the old
deserted house and put him to bed in that.
"No one will think of looking for us here, for every one knows that
no one lives here," said old Granny Fox, as she made Reddy as
comfortable as possible.
As soon as it was daylight, Granny Fox slipped out to watch for Farmer
Brown's boy, for she felt sure that he would come back to the house
they had left, and sure enough he did. He brought a spade and dug the
house open, and all the time old Granny Fox was watching him from
behind a fence corner and laughing to think that she had been smart
enough to move in the night.
But Reddy Fox didn't know anything about this. He was so tired that he
slept and slept and slept. It was the middle of the morning when
finally he awoke. He yawned and stretched, and when he stretched he
groaned because he was so stiff and sore. Then he hobbled up toward
the doorway to see if old Granny Fox had left any breakfast outside
for him.
It was dark, very dark. Reddy was puzzled. Could it be that he had
gotten up before daylight -- that he hadn't slept as long as he thought?
Perhaps he had slept the whole day through, and it was night again.
My, how hungry he was!
"I hope Granny has caught a fine, fat chicken for me," thought Reddy,
and his mouth watered.
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