to run, all because he had gone too near Farmer Brown's boy and
his gun.

But old Granny Fox had not been fooling when she told Reddy Fox
that Farmer Brown's boy was coming with a gun. It was true. He
was coming down the Lone Little Path, and ahead of him was
trotting Bowser the Hound. How did old Granny Fox know it? She
just felt it! She didn't hear them, she didn't see them, and she
didn't smell them; she just felt that they were coming. So as
soon as she saw that Reddy Fox had obeyed her, she was off like a
little red flash.

"It won't do to let them find our home," said Granny to herself,
as she disappeared in the Green Forest.

First she hurried to a little point on the hill where she could
look down the Lone Little Path. Just as she expected, she saw
Farmer Brown's boy, and ahead of him, sniffing at every bush and
all along the Lone Little Path, was Bowser the Hound. Old Granny
Fox waited to see no more. She ran as fast as she could in a big
circle which brought her out on the Lone Little Path below Farmer
Brown's boy and Bowser the Hound, but where they couldn't see
her, because of a turn in the Lone Little Path. She trotted down
the Lone Little Path a very little way and then turned into the
woods and hurried back up the hill, where she sat down and
waited. In a few minutes she heard Bowser's great voice. He had
smelled her track in the Lone Little Path and was following it.
Old Granny Fox grinned. You see, she was planning to lead them
far, far away from the home where Reddy Fox was hiding, for it
would not do to have them find it.