around uneasily and sniffing the air.

"I don't see any trouble and I don't feel any trouble in the air.
It's all in the sore places where I was shot," said Reddy Fox,
who was stretched out on the doorstep of their home.

"That's because you haven't got any sense. When you do get some
and learn to look where you are going, you won't get shot from
behind old tree trunks and you will be able to feel trouble when
it is near, without waiting for it to show itself. Now I feel
trouble. You go down into the house and stay there!" Granny Fox
stopped to test the air with her nose, just as she had been
testing it for the last ten minutes.

"I don't want to go in," whined Reddy Fox. "It's nice and warm
out here, and I feel a lot better than when I am curled up way
down there in the dark."

Old Granny Fox turned, and her eyes blazed as she looked at Reddy
Fox. She didn't say a word. She didn't have to. Reddy just
crawled into his house, muttering to himself. Granny stuck her
head in at the door.

"Don't you come out until I come back," she ordered. Then she
added: "Farmer Brown's boy is coming with his gun."

Reddy Fox shivered when he heard that. He didn't believe Granny
Fox. He thought she was saying that just to scare him and make
him stay inside. But he shivered just the same. You see, he knew
now what it meant to be shot, for he was still too stiff and sore