Granny stopped and looked up. "It doesn't take much to scare the young
and innocent, Mr. Possum," she replied. "I don't believe all I hear.
I've just been hunting all over the hill where Prickly Porky lives,
and I couldn't find so much as a Wood Mouse for dinner. Do you believe
such a foolish tale, Mr. Possum?"

Unc' Billy coughed behind one hand. "Yes, Mrs. Fox, Ah confess Ah done
have to believe it," he replied. "Yo' see, Ah done see that thing mah
own self, and Ah just naturally has to believe mah own eyes."

"Huh! I'd like to see it! Maybe I'd believe it then!" snapped Granny
Fox.

"The only time to see it is just at sun-up," replied Unc' Billy.
"Anybody that comes along through that hollow at the foot of Brer
Porky's hill at sun-up is likely never to forget it. Ah wouldn't do it
again. No, Sah, once is enough fo' your Unc' Billy."

"Huh!" snorted Granny and trotted on.

Unc' Billy watched her out of sight and grinned broadly. "As sho' as
Brer Sun gets up to-morrow mo'ning, Ol' Granny Fox will be there," he
chuckled. "Ah must get word to Brer Porky and Brer Skunk and Brer
Rabbit."




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