Danny Meadow Mouse Remembers and Reddy Fox Forgets
"T HERE he goes!" cried old Granny Fox. "Don't let him sit still again!"
"I hear him!" shouted Reddy Fox, and plunged down into the snow just as Granny Fox had done a minute before. But he didn't catch anything, and when he had blown the snow out of his nose and wiped it out of his eyes, he saw Granny Fox dive into the snow with no better luck.
"Never mind," said Granny Fox, "as long as we keep him
running, we can hear him, and some one of these times
we'll catch him. Pretty soon he'll get too
tired to be
so spry, and when he
And down underneath in the little tunnels he had made, Danny Meadow Mouse was running for his life. He was getting tired, just as old Granny Fox had said he would. He was almost out of breath. He was sore and one leg smarted, for in one of her jumps old Granny Fox had so nearly caught him that her claws had torn his pants and scratched him.
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear! If only I had time to think!"
panted Danny Meadow Mouse, and then he squealed in
still greater fright as Reddy Fox crashed down into his
tunnel right at his very heels. "I've got to get
somewhere! I've got to get somewhere where they can't
get at me!" he sobbed. And right that very instant he
remembered the old
The old fence-post lay on the ground and was hollow.
Fastened to it were long wires with sharp cruel barbs.
Danny had made a tunnel over to that old
Now old Granny Fox knew all about that old
"Stop!" cried old Granny Fox sharply.
But Reddy Fox didn't hear, or if he heard he didn't heed. His sharp ears could hear Danny Meadow Mouse running almost underneath him. Granny Fox could stop if she wanted to, but he was going to have Danny Meadow Mouse for his breakfast! Down into the snow he plunged as hard as ever he could.
"Oh! Oh! Wow! Wow! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!"
That wasn't the voice of Danny Meadow Mouse. Oh, my, no! It was the voice of Reddy Fox. Yes, Sir, it was the voice of Reddy Fox. He had landed with one of his black paws right on one of those sharp wire barbs, and it did hurt dreadfully.
"I never did know a young Fox who could get into so
much trouble as you can!" snapped old Granny Fox, as
Reddy hobbled along on three legs behind her, across
"Yes'm," said Reddy meekly.
And safe in the hollow of the old fence-post, Danny Meadow Mouse was dressing the scratch on his leg made by the claws of old Granny Fox.