eat. Granny certainly enjoyed that dream. It made her smack her lips
quite as if it were a real and not a dream dinner she was enjoying.

But presently the dream changed and became a bad dream. Yes, indeed,
it became a bad dream. It was as bad as at first it had been good.
It seemed to Granny that Bowser the Hound had become very smart,
smarter than she had ever known him to be before. Do what she
would, she couldn't fool him. Not one of all the tricks she knew,
and she knew a great many, fooled him at all. They didn't puzzle
him long enough for her to get her breath.

Bowser kept getting nearer and nearer and nearer, all in the dream,
you know, until it seemed as if his great voice sounded right at her
very heels. She was so tired that it seemed to her that she couldn't
run another step. It was a very, very real dream. You know dreams
sometimes do seem very real indeed. This was the way it was with
the bad dream of Old Granny Fox. It seemed to her that she could
feel the breath of Bowser the Hound and that his great jaws were
just going to close on her and shake her to death.

"Oh! Oh!" cried Granny and waked herself up. Her eyes flew open.
Then she gave a great sigh of relief as she realized that her
terrible fright was only a bad dream and that she was curled up
right on the dear, familiar, old, sunny knoll and not running for
her life at all.

Old Granny Fox smiled to think what a fright she had had and then,
-- well, she didn't know whether she was really awake or still
dreaming! No, Sir, she didn't. For a full minute she couldn't be
sure whether what she saw was real or part of that dreadful dream.