that he was going to hunt over the Green Meadows and through the
Green Forest until he got Reddy Fox.

"What of it?" asked Jimmy Skunk. "If he gets Reddy Fox, so much
the better. Reddy always did make trouble for other people. I
don't see what you're worrying about Reddy Fox for. He's big
enough to take care of himself."

"Yo' cert'nly are plumb slow in your wits this morning, Jimmy
Skunk, yo' cert'nly are plumb slow! Supposing yo' should meet up
with Farmer Brown's boy with that gun in his hands and supposing
he had grown tired of watching fo' Reddy Fox. That gun might go
off, Jimmy Skunk; it might go off when it was pointing right
straight at yo'!" said Unc' Billy Possum.

Jimmy Skunk looked serious. "That's so, Unc' Billy, that's so!"
he said. "Boys with guns do get dreadfully careless, dreadfully
careless. They don't seem to think anything about the feelings of
those likely to get hurt when the gun goes off. What was you
thinking of doing, Unc' Billy?"

"Just passing the word along so everybody in the Green Meadows
and in the Green Forest will keep out of the way of Farmer
Brown's boy," replied Unc' Billy Possum.

"Good idea, Unc' Billy! I'll help you," said Jimmy Skunk.

So Unc' Billy Possum went one way, and Jimmy Skunk went another
way. And everyone they told hurried to tell someone else. Happy
Jack Squirrel told Chatterer the Red Squirrel; Chatterer told