had their den. Doctor Rabbit was still a little scared, but he
believed he would follow at a distance and see for himself whether Mr.
and Mrs. Brushtail actually did move the little foxes.

Mr. and Mrs. Brushtail went into the thicket, and in a very short time
came out again. And sure enough, each of them carried a little fox by
the back of its neck.

They walked across the shallow Murmuring Brook and laid the two little
Brushies down on the other side in a thicket. Then they came back and
carried the other two little Brushies over in the same way.

As they went past him this last time Doctor Rabbit heard Brushtail say
to Mrs. Brushtail, "You can just wait with them in the thicket on the
other side of Murmuring Brook until I carry two of them up the river
to the new den. When I come back we can carry the other two."

You see, foxes can carry their baby Foxes by the back of the neck and
not hurt them at all.

Well, Doctor Rabbit was glad and hungry at the same time. He now
hurried right over to the nice, tender blue grass under the big
sycamore tree. There he found Chatty Red Squirrel, Cheepy Chipmunk,
and quite a number of his other friends, who all wanted to know at
once if Doctor Rabbit had found out anything more about Mr. Fox.
Doctor Rabbit did know a great deal, as you know, and he told his
friends he would tell them. But he added that he was so hungry he
would have to eat while he talked. Doctor Rabbit is a great person to
eat grass, anyway.