CHAPTER II: Granny And Reddy Fox Go Hunting

When you're in doubt what course is right,
The thing to do is just sit tight.
- Old Granny Fox.

Jolly, round, bright Mr. Sun had just got well started on his daily
climb up in the blue, blue sky that morning when he spied two figures
trotting across the snow-covered Green Meadows, one behind the other.
They were trotting along quite as if they had made up their minds
just where they were going. They had. You see they were Granny and
Reddy Fox, and they were bound for the Big River at the place where
the water ran too swiftly to freeze. The day before Reddy had
discovered Quacker the Wild Duck swimming about there, and now they
were on their way to try to catch him.

Granny led the way and Reddy meekly followed her. To tell the truth,
Reddy hadn't the least idea that they would have a chance to catch
Quacker, because Quacker kept out in the water where he was as safe
from them as if they were a thousand miles away. The only reason that
Reddy had willingly started with Granny was the hope that he might
find a dead fish washed up on the shore as he had the day before.

"Granny certainly is growing foolish in her old age," thought Reddy,
as he trotted along behind her. "I told her that Quacker never once
came ashore all the time I watched yesterday. I don't believe he
ever comes ashore, and if she knows anything at all she ought to
know that she can't catch him out there in the water. Granny used
to be smart enough when she was young, I guess, but she certainly is