and warm there, and the longer he sat the less like moving he felt.
He looked about him with his dull eyes and grunted to himself.

"It's a deserted house. Nobody lives here, and I guess nobody'll care
if I take a nap right here on the doorstep," said Prickly Porky to
himself. "And I don't care if they do," he added, for Prickly Porky
the Porcupine was afraid of nobody and nothing.

So Prickly Porky made himself as comfortable as possible, yawned
once or twice, tried to wink at jolly, round, red Mr. Sun, who was
winking and similing down at him and then fell fast asleep right on
the doorstep of the old house.

Now the old house had been deserted. No one had lived in it for a
long, long time, a very long time indeed. But it happened that,
the night before, old Granny Fox and Reddy Fox had had to move out
of their nice home on the edge of the Green Meadows because Farmer
Brown's boy had found it. Reddy was very stiff and sore, for he had
been shot by a hunter. He was so sore he could hardly walk, and
could not go very far. So old Granny Fox had led him to the old
deserted house and put him to bed in that.

"No one will think of looking for us here, for every one knows that
no one lives here," said old Granny Fox, as she made Reddy as
comfortable as possible.

As soon as it was daylight, Granny Fox slipped out to watch for Farmer
Brown's boy, for she felt sure that he would come back to the house
they had left, and sure enough he did. He brought a spade and dug the
house open, and all the time old Granny Fox was watching him from