as all that, especially to Foxes. He isn't going to give us that
dinner; we are going to take it away from him. Yes, Sir, we just
naturally are going to take it away from, him."

Reddy didn't for the life of him see how it could be possible to
take a dinner away from Bowser the Hound. That seemed to him almost
as impossible as it was for him to climb or fly or dive. But he had
great faith in Granny's cleverness. He remembered how she had so
nearly caught Quacker the Duck. He knew that all the time he had
been away trying to find something for them to eat, old Granny Fox
had been doing more than just rest her tired old bones. He knew
that not for one single minute had her sharp wits been idle. He
knew that all that time she had been studying and studying to find
some way by which they could get something to eat. So great was his
faith in Granny just then that if she had told him she would get him
a slice of the moon he would have believed her.

"If you say we can take a dinner away from Bowser the Hound, I
suppose we can," said Reddy, "though I don't see how. But if we
can, let's do it right away. I'm hungry enough to dare almost
anything for the sake of something to put in my stomach. It is so
empty that little bit of fish we divided is shaking around as if it
were lost. Gracious, I could eat a million fish the size of that
one! Have you thought of Fanner Brown's hens, Granny?"

"Of course, Reddy! Of course! What a silly question!" replied Granny.
"We may have to come to them yet."

"I wish I was at them right now," interrupted Reddy with a sigh.