If ever two folks were mad away through, those two were Granny and
Reddy Fox as they watched Old Man Coyote gobble up the dinner they
had so cleverly stolen from Bowser the Hound. It was bad enough
to lose the dinner, but it was worse to see some one else eat it
after they had worked so hard to get it. "Robber!" snarled Granny.
Old Man Coyote stopped eating long enough to grin.

"Thief! Sneak! Coward!" snarled Reddy. Once more Old Man Coyote
grinned. When that dinner had disappeared down his throat to the last
and smallest crumb, he licked his chops and turned to Granny and
Reddy.

"I'm very much obliged for that dinner," said he pleasantly, his
eyes twinkling with mischief. "It was the best dinner I have had
for a long time. Allow me to say that that trick of yours was as
smart a trick as ever I have seen. It was quite worthy of a Coyote.
You are a very clever old lady, Granny Fox. Now I hear some one
coming, and I would suggest that it will be better for all concerned
if we are not seen about here."

He darted off behind the barn like a gray streak, and Granny and Reddy
followed, for it was true that some one was coming. You see Bowser the
Hound had discovered that something was going on around the corner of
the shed, and he made such a racket that Mrs. Brown had come out of
the house to see what it was all about. By the time she got around
there, all she saw was the empty pan which had held Bowser's dinner.
She was puzzled. How that pan could be where it was she couldn't
understand, and Bowser couldn't tell her, although he tried his very
best. She had been puzzled about that pan two or three times before.