behind a fence corner and laughing to think that she had been smart
enough to move in the night.

But Reddy Fox didn't know anything about this. He was so tired that he
slept and slept and slept. It was the middle of the morning when
finally he awoke. He yawned and stretched, and when he stretched he
groaned because he was so stiff and sore. Then he hobbled up toward
the doorway to see if old Granny Fox had left any breakfast outside
for him.

It was dark, very dark. Reddy was puzzled. Could it be that he had
gotten up before daylight -- that he hadn't slept as long as he thought?
Perhaps he had slept the whole day through, and it was night again.
My, how hungry he was!

"I hope Granny has caught a fine, fat chicken for me," thought Reddy,
and his mouth watered.

Just then he ran bump into something. "Wow!" screamed Reddy Fox, and
clapped both hands to his nose. Something was sticking into it. It was
one of the sharp little spears that Prickly Porky hides in his coat.
Reddy Fox knew then why the old house was so dark. Prickly Porky
was blocking up the doorway.



CHAPTER XXVIII: Prickly Porky Enjoys Himself

A boasting tongue, as sure as fate,
Will trip its owner soon or late.