- Old Granny Fox.

Prickly Porky the Porcupine was enjoying himself. There was no
doubt about that. He was stretched across the doorway of that old
house, the very house in which old Granny Fox had been born. When he
had lain down on the doorstep for a nap and sun-bath, he had thought
that the old house was still deserted. Then he had fallen asleep,
only to be wakened by Reddy Fox, who bad been asleep in the old
house and who couldn't get out because Prickly Porky was in the way.

Now Prickly Porky does not love Reddy Fox, and the more Reddy begged
and scolded and called him names, the more Prickly Porky chuckled.
It was such a good joke to think that he had trapped Reddy Fox, and
he made up his mind that he would keep Reddy in there a long time
just to tease him and make him uncomfortable. You see Prickly Porky
remembered how often Reddy Fox played mean tricks on little meadow
and forest folks who are smaller and weaker than himself.

"It will do him good. It certainly will do him good," said Prickly
Porky, and rattled the thousand little spears hidden in his long
coat, for he knew that the very sound of them would make Reddy Fox
shiver with fright.

Suddenly Prickly Porky pricked up his funny little short ears. He heard
the deep voice of Bowser the Hound, and it was coming nearer and nearer.
Prickly Porky chuckled again.

"I guess Mr. Bowser is going to have a surprise; I certainly think he
is," said Prickly Porky as he made all the thousand little spears
stand out from his long coat till he looked like a funny great