"How do you do today, neighbor Buzzard?" inquired Granny Fox,
smiling up at Ol' Mistah Buzzard.

"Ah'm so as to be up and about, thank yo'," replied Ol' Mistah
Buzzard, spreading his wings out so that air could blow under
them.

"My!" exclaimed old Granny Fox, "what splendid great wings you
have, Mistah Buzzard! It must be grand to be able to fly. I
suppose you can see a great deal from way up there in the blue,
blue sky, Mistah Buzzard."

Ol' Mistah Buzzard felt flattered. "Yes," said he, "Ah can see
all that's going on on the Green Meadows and in the Green
Forest."

"Oh, Mistah Buzzard, you don't really mean that!" exclaimed old
Granny Fox, just as if she wanted to believe it, but couldn't.

"Yes, Ah can!" replied Ol' Mistah Buzzard.

"Really, Mistah Buzzard? Really? Oh, I can't believe that your
eyes are so sharp as all that! Now I know where Bowser the Hound
is and where Farmer Brown's boy is, but I don't believe you can
see them," said Granny Fox.

Ol' Mistah Buzzard never said a word but spread his broad wings
and in a few minutes he had sailed up, up, up until he looked
like just a tiny speck to old Granny Fox. Now old Granny Fox had