worst she could remember.



XXIV. Granny and Reddy Have To Move

"I don't want to move," whined Reddy Fox. "I'm too sore to walk."

Old Granny Fox gave him a shove. "You go along and do as I say!"
she snapped. "If you had minded me, we wouldn't have to move.
It's all your own fault. The wonder is that you weren't killed
when you poked your head out right in front of Farmer Brown's
boy. Now that he knows where we live, he will give us no peace.
Move along lively now! This is the best home I have ever had, and
now I've got to leave it. Oh dear! Oh dear!"

Reddy Fox hobbled along up the long hall and out the front door.
He was walking on three legs, and at every step he made a face
because, you know, it hurt so to walk.

The little stars, looking down from the sky, saw Reddy Fox limp
out the door of the house he had lived in so long, and right
behind him came old Granny Fox. Granny sighed and wiped away a
tear, as she said good-by to her old home. Reddy Fox was thinking
too much of his own troubles to notice how badly Granny Fox was
feeling. Every few steps he had to sit down and rest because it
hurt him so to walk.

"I don't see the use of moving tonight, anyway. It would be a lot
easier and pleasanter when the sun is shining. This night air