stayed, but jumped right in those brambles and managed somehow to get
through the rails of the fence to the other side. He left part of his
pretty red coat in the briars. However, that was better than leaving
it _all_ to those dogs who were howling not far behind.

And now the Little Fox found himself near the barn and flew towards it
so fast that his legs fairly twinkled as he ran.

The Foolish White Geese were taking their morning waddle, and Reddy
ran plump into them. Now there was nothing that he liked better to eat
than nice fat goose. Still, he didn't wait, but left them beating
their wings and stretching their long necks to hiss, hiss, hiss, as
they scattered in all directions. I guess Reddy wished his legs were
as long as their necks.

Now in the old days when rich folks lived in castles and robber
knights quarreled and fought every day of the week, there were always
places of sanctuary, where any man could be safe from harm. That is
just what Reddy saw in front of him, a place of sanctuary for himself.

It was funny, but it had been prepared by little Wienerwurst. And
Wienerwurst was really Reddy's enemy, for all dogs like to chase foxes
whenever they get the chance. It was a little hole, just the right
size for Wienerwurst, just the right size for Reddy. The little yellow
doggie wasn't there now. He had dug it that morning to catch the big
rat hiding somewhere below the floor of the barn. He had started to
build a tunnel under the wall, and had been a long time working at it
when Mother Green came from the house. She carried a fine large bone,
with lots of meat left on it, too. And, of course, when the little dog
smelled that bone and meat, much as he liked rats, he just had to