you are smart enough to find it and really need the food.

Besides, Reddy and Granny knew that Fanner Brown and his boy would eat
some of those hens themselves, and they didn't begin to need them as
Reddy and Granny did. So as they looked at the matter, there was
nothing wrong in being in that henhouse in the middle of the night.
They were there simply because they needed food very, very much, and
food was there.

They stared up at the roosts where the biddies were huddled together,
fast asleep. They were too high up to be reached from the floor
even when Reddy and Granny stood on their hind legs and stretched as
far as they could.

"We've got to wake them up and scare them so that some of the silly
things will fly down where we can catch them," said Reddy, licking
his lips hungrily.

"That won't do at all!" snapped Granny. "They would make a great
racket and waken Bowser the Hound, and he would waken his master, and
that is just what we mustn't do if we hope to ever get in here again.
I thought you had more sense, Reddy."

Reddy looked a little shamefaced. "Well, if we don't do that, how are
we going to get them? We can't fly," he grumbled.

"You stay right here where you are," snapped Granny, "and take care
that you don't make a sound."

Then Granny jumped lightly to a little shelf that ran along in front