Inside the hollow log Reddy Fox was getting stiff and sore, because,
you know, he didn't have room enough to even turn over. Worse still,
he was so hungry that he could cry. You see, he had crept in there
very early in the morning without any breakfast, because he had
planned that when Sammy Jay should break up Peter Rabbit's party, he
would steal all the good things he wanted. Now, he could smell them,
and hear the others talking about the feast they were going to have,
and he knew that not so much as a tiny, tiny crumb would be left for
him, when Prickly Porky should choose to let him out.

Shadow the Weasel felt just as uncomfortable as Reddy Fox, and Shadow
is very short-tempered. Every time Reddy moved and squeezed Shadow,
Shadow would snap at him. Now, of course, they could hear everything
that was said outside, and the things that were said were not pleasant
to listen to. Bobby Coon and Billy Mink and Johnny Chuck and Little
Joe Otter and Jimmy Skunk told about all the mean things and all the
sharp tricks that Reddy Fox and Shadow had done. It made the two
little prisoners so angry that they ground their teeth, but every time
they made the least little movement, Prickly Porky would shake his
thousand little spears and settle himself still more firmly against
the opening in the hollow log. He certainly was enjoying himself. It
tickled him almost to pieces to think how easily he had trapped smart
Reddy Fox, the boaster.

So they waited all the long day for the coming of Unc' Billy Possum's
family, and when at last they did arrive, there was the merriest
surprise party ever seen. Only Sammy Jay, Blacky the Crow, Reddy Fox
and Shadow the Weasel were unhappy, and of course no one cared for
that.