No one ever is so smart that some one else
may not prove to be smarter still.
- Old Granny Fox.
Listen and you shall hear all about three rogues. Two were in red and
were Granny and Reddy Fox. And one was in gray and was Old Man Coyote.
They were the slyest, smartest rogues on all the Green Meadows or in
all the Green Forest. All three had started out to steal the same
dinner, but the funny part is they didn't intend to steal it from
the same person. And still funnier is it that one of them didn't
even know where that dinner was or what kind of a dinner it would be.
True to his resolve to know what Granny and Reddy Fox were getting
to eat, and where they were getting it, Old Man Coyote hid where he
could see what was going on about Farmer Brown's, for it was there
he felt sure that Granny and Reddy were getting food. He had
waited only a little while when along came Granny and Reddy Fox
past the place where Old Man Coyote was hiding. They didn't see him.
Of course not. He took care that they should have no chance. But
anyway, they were not thinking of him. Their thoughts were all of
that dinner they intended to have, and the smart trick by which they
would get it.
So with their thoughts all on that dinner they slipped up behind the
barn and prepared to work the trick which had been so successful
before. Old Man Coyote crept after them. He saw Reddy Fox lie down
where he could peep around the corner of the barn to watch Bowser the
Hound and to see that no one else was about. He saw Granny leave Reddy
there and hurry away. Old Man Coyote's wits worked fast.
"I can't be in two places at once," thought he, "so I can't watch
both Granny and Reddy. As I can watch but one, which one shall it be?
Granny, of course. Granny is the smartest of the two, and whatever
they are up to, she is at the bottom of it. Granny is the one to
follow."
So, like a gray shadow, crafty Old Man Coyote stole after Granny Fox
and saw her hide behind the corner of the shed at the end of which
was the little house of Bowser the Hound. He crept as near as he
dared and then lay flat down behind a little bunch of dead grass
close to the shed. For some time nothing happened, and Old Man
Coyote was puzzled. Every once in a while Granny Fox would look
behind and all about to be sure that no danger was near, but she
didn't see Old Man Coyote. After what seemed to him a long time, he
heard a door open on the other side of the shed. It was Mrs. Brown
carrying Bowser's dinner out to him. Of course, Old Man Coyote
didn't know this. He knew by the sounds that some one had come out
of the house, and it made him nervous. He didn't like being so
close to Farmer Brown's house in broad daylight. But he kept his
eyes on Granny Fox, and he saw her ears prick up in a way that he
knew meant that those sounds were just what she had been waiting for.
"If she isn't afraid, I don't need to be," thought he craftily.
After a few minutes he heard a door close and knew that whoever had
come out had gone back into the house. Almost at once Bowser the
Hound began to yelp and whine. Swiftly Granny Fox disappeared
around the corner of the shed. Just as swiftly Old Man Coyote ran
forward and peeped around the corner. There was Bowser the Hound
tugging at his chain, and just beyond his reach was Reddy Fox,
grinning in the most provoking manner. And there was Granny Fox,
backing and dragging after her Bowser's dinner. In a flash Old Man
Coyote understood the plan, and he almost chuckled aloud at the
cleverness of it. Then he hastily backed behind the shed and waited.
In a minute Granny Fox appeared, dragging Bowser's dinner. She was
so intent on getting that dinner that she almost backed into Old Man
Coyote without suspecting that he was anywhere about.
"Thank you, Granny. You needn't bother about it any longer; I'll take
it now," growled Old Man Coyote in Granny's ear.
Granny let go of that dinner as if it burned her tongue, and with a
frightened little yelp leaped to one side. A minute later Reddy came
racing around from behind the barn eager for his share. What he saw
was Old Man Coyote bolting down that twice-stolen dinner while Granny
Fox fairly danced with rage.