Old Man Coyote lost no time in getting back home, for he never felt
easy near the home of man in broad daylight. Granny and Reddy Fox went
home too, and there was hate in their hearts, -- hate for Old Man
Coyote. But once they reached home, Old Granny Fox stopped growling,
and presently she began to chuckle.

"What are you laughing at?" demanded Reddy.

"At the way Old Man Coyote stole that dinner from us," replied Granny.

"I hate him! He's a sneaking robber!" snapped Reddy.

"Tut, tut, Reddy! Tut, tut!" retorted Granny. "Be fair-minded.
We stole that dinner from Bowser the Hound, and Old Man Coyote stole
it from us. I guess he is no worse than we are, when you come to
think it over. Now is he?"

"I -- I -- well, I don't suppose he is, when you put it that way, "
Reddy admitted grudgingly.

"And he was smart, very smart, to outwit two such clever people as we
are," continued Granny. "You will have to agree to that."

"Y-e-s," said Reddy slowly. "He was smart enough, but--"

"There isn't any but, Reddy," interrupted Granny. "You know the law
of the Green Meadows and the Green Forest. It is everybody for
himself, and anything belongs to one who has the wit or the strength
to take it. We had the wit to take that dinner from Bowser the
Hound, and Old Man Coyote had the wit to take it from us and the