Old Granny Fox eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 76 pages of information about Old Granny Fox.

You see, among the little meadow and forest people there is no such thing as property rights, excepting in the matter of storehouses, and because these hens were alive, it didn’t occur to Granny and Reddy that the henhouse was a sort of storehouse.  It would have made no difference if it had.  Among the little people it is considered quite right to help yourself from another’s storehouse if you are smart enough to find it and really need the food.

Besides, Reddy and Granny knew that Fanner Brown and his boy would eat some of those hens themselves, and they didn’t begin to need them as Reddy and Granny did.  So as they looked at the matter, there was nothing wrong in being in that henhouse in the middle of the night.  They were there simply because they needed food very, very much, and food was there.

They stared up at the roosts where the biddies were huddled together, fast asleep.  They were too high up to be reached from the floor even when Reddy and Granny stood on their hind legs and stretched as far as they could.

“We’ve got to wake them up and scare them so that some of the silly things will fly down where we can catch them,” said Reddy, licking his lips hungrily.

“That won’t do at all!” snapped Granny.  “They would make a great racket and waken Bowser the Hound, and he would waken his master, and that is just what we mustn’t do if we hope to ever get in here again.  I thought you had more sense, Reddy.”

Reddy looked a little shamefaced.  “Well, if we don’t do that, how are we going to get them?  We can’t fly,” he grumbled.

“You stay right here where you are,” snapped Granny, “and take care that you don’t make a sound.”

Then Granny jumped lightly to a little shelf that ran along in front of the nesting boxes.  From this she could reach the lower roost on which four fat hens were asleep.  Very gently she pushed her head in between two of these and crowded them apart.  Sleepily they protested and moved along a little.  Granny continued to crowd them.  At last one of them stretched out her head to see who was crowding so.  Like a flash Granny seized that head, and biddy never knew what had wakened her, nor did she have a chance to waken the others.

Dropping this hen at Reddy’s feet, Granny crowded another until she did the same thing, and just the same thing happened once more.  Then Granny jumped lightly down, picked up one of the hens by the neck, slung the body over her shoulder, and told Reddy to do the same with the other and start for home.

“Aren’t you going to get any more while we have the chance?” grumbled Reddy.

“Enough is enough,” retorted Granny.  “We’ve got a dinner for two, and so far no one is any the wiser.  Perhaps these two won’t be missed, and we’ll have a chance to get some more another night.  Now come on.”

This was plain common sense, and Reddy knew it, so without another word he followed old Granny Fox out by the way they had entered, and then home to the best dinner he had had for a long long time.

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