be something the matter with her.

Quacker began to get excited. He couldn't keep his eyes off Old
Granny Fox. He began to swim nearer. He wanted to see better.
He quite forgot she was a Fox. She moved so fast that she was just
a queer red spot on the beach. Whatever she was doing was very
curious and very exciting. He swam nearer and nearer. The excitement
was catching. He began to swim in circles himself. All the time he
drew nearer and nearer to the shore. He didn't have the least bit
of fear. He was just curious. He wanted to see better.

All the time Granny was cutting up her antics, she was watching Quacker,
though he didn't suspect it. As he swam nearer and nearer to the shore,
Granny rolled and tumbled farther and farther back. At last Quacker
was close to the shore. If he kept on, he would be right on the land
in a few minutes. And all the time he stared and stared. No thought
of danger entered his head. You see, there was no room because it
was so filled with curiosity.

"In a minute more I'll have him," thought Granny, and whirled faster
than ever. And just then something happened.



CHAPTER V: Reddy Fox Is Afraid To Go Home

Yes, Sir, a chicken track is good to see, but
it often puts nothing but water in my mouth.
- Old Granny Fox.