now--tearing your clothes on a barbed-wire fence or trying to
crawl through a bull-briar thicket? I should think you were big
enough by this time to look out for yourself!" said Granny Fox
crossly, as she came over to look at Reddy's hurts.

"Please don't scold, please don't, Granny Fox," begged Reddy, who
was beginning to feel sick to his stomach as well as lame, and to
smart dreadfully.

Granny Fox took one look at Reddy's wounds, and knew right away
what had happened. She made Reddy stretch himself out at full
length and then she went to work on him, washing his wounds with
the greatest care and binding them up. She was very gentle, was
old Granny Fox, as she touched the sore places, but all the time
she was at work her tongue flew, and that wasn't gentle at all.
Oh, my, no! There was nothing gentle about that!

You see, old Granny Fox is wise and very, very sharp and shrewd.
Just as soon as she saw Reddy's hurts, she knew that they were
made by shot from a gun, and that meant that Reddy Fox had been
careless or he never, never would have been where he was in
danger of being shot.

"I hope this will teach you a lesson!" said Granny Fox. "What are
your eyes and your ears and your nose for? To keep you out of
just such trouble as this.

"A little Fox must use his eyes
Or get someday a sad surprise.