Now when Farmer Brown's boy heard about the boldness of Reddy
Fox, he shut his mouth tight in a way that was unpleasant to see
and reached for his gun. "I can't afford to raise chickens to
feed foxes!" said he. Then he whistled for Bowser the Hound, and
together they started out. It wasn't long before Bowser found
Reddy's tracks.

"Bow, wow, wow, wow!" roared Bowser the Hound.

Reddy Fox, taking a nap on the edge of the Green Forest, heard
Bowser's big, deep voice. He pricked up his ears, then he
grinned. "I feel just like a good run today," said he, and
trotted off along the Crooked Little Path down the hill.

Now this was a beautiful summer day and Reddy knew that in summer
men and boys seldom hunt foxes. "It's only Bowser the Hound,"
thought Reddy, "and when I've had a good run, I'll play a trick
on him so that he will lose my track." So Reddy didn't use his
eyes as he should have done. You see, he thought himself so smart
that he had grown careless. Yes, Sir, Reddy Fox had grown
careless. He kept looking back to see where Bowser the Hound was,
but didn't look around to make sure that no other danger was
near.

Ol' Mistah Buzzard, sailing round and round, way up in the blue,
blue sky, could see everything going on down below. He could see
Reddy Fox running along the edge of the Green Forest and every
few minutes stopping to chuckle and listen to Bowser the Hound
trying to pick out the trail Reddy had made so hard to follow by