Granny Fox and Reddy talk things over
Let’s listen carefully, because today, Granny Fox and Reddy talk things over.in Granny and Reddy were two very angry folks.
They had watched in amazement and anger as Old Man Coyote gobbled up the dinner they had so cleverly stolen from Bowser the Hound.
It was bad enough to lose the dinner, but it was worse to see some one else eat it after they had worked so hard to get it.
“Robber!” snarled Granny.
Old Man Coyote stopped eating long enough to grin.
“Thief! Sneak! Coward!” snarled Reddy.
Old Man Coyote thanked Granny Fox and Reddy for the dinner
Once more Old Man Coyote grinned. When the last and smallest crumb of that dinner had disappeared down his throat, he licked his chops and turned to Granny and Reddy.
“I’m very much obliged for that dinner,” he said pleasantly, while his eyes twinkled with mischief.
Old Man Coyote continued:
“It was the best dinner I have had for a long time. Allow me to say that that trick of yours was the smartest that I have seen. It was quite worthy of a Coyote…
You are a very clever old lady, Granny Fox. Now I hear some one coming, and I would suggest that it will be better for all concerned if we are not seen about here.”
Old Man Coyote darted off behind the barn like a gray streak, and Granny and Reddy followed. It was true that some one was coming. You see, Bowser the Hound had discovered that something was going on around the corner of the shed.
He made such a racket that Mrs. Brown had come out of the house to see what it was all about. By the time she got around there, all she saw was the empty pan which had held Bowser’s dinner.
She was puzzled, and wondered how Bowser’s pan had gotten to that location.
Bowser couldn’t tell her, although he tried his very best. Mrs Brown had been puzzled about that pan two or three times before.
Granny began to laugh at the humor in the situation
Old Man Coyote lost no time in getting back home. He never felt safe near the home of humans during the daylight. Granny and Reddy Fox went home too. There was anger in their hearts, strong anger that was directed towards Old Man Coyote.
Once they reached home, Old Granny Fox stopped growling, and began to chuckle.
“What are you laughing at?” demanded Reddy.
“I’m laughing at the way in which Old Man Coyote stole that dinner from us.” replied Granny.
“I don’t like him! He’s a sneaky robber!” snapped Reddy.
“Tut, tut, Reddy! Tut, tut!” retorted Granny. “Be fair-minded. We stole that dinner from Bowser the Hound, and Old Man Coyote stole it from us. I guess he is no worse than we are, when you come to think it over. Now is he?”
“I—I—well, I don’t suppose he is, when you put it that way,” Reddy admitted grudgingly.
“He was smart, very smart, to outwit two clever people like us,” continued Granny. “You will have to agree to that.”
“Y-e-s,” said Reddy slowly. “He was smart enough, but—”
“There isn’t any but, Reddy,” interrupted Granny.
She continued to speak:
“You know the law of the Green Meadows and the Green Forest. It is everybody for himself, and anything belongs to the one who has the wit or the strength to take it. We had the wit to take that dinner from Bowser the Hound, and Old Man Coyote had the wit to take it from us and the strength to keep it…
It was all fair enough, and you know there isn’t the least use in crying over spilled milk, as the saying is. We simply have got to be smart enough not to let him fool us again…”
Reddy looked at Granny Fox with amazement as she spoke.
Granny ignored him and continued:
“I guess we won’t get any more of Bowser’s dinners for a while. We’ve got to think of some other way of filling our stomachs when the hunting is poor.”
“I think if I could have just one of those fat hens of Farmer Brown’s, it would put new strength into my old bones. All summer I warned you to keep away from that henyard, but the time has come now when I think we might try for a couple of those hens.”
Reddy pricked up his ears at the mention of fat hens.
“I think so too,” he replied. “When shall we try for one?”
“To-morrow morning,” replied Granny. “Now don’t bother me. I’m thinking out a plan.”
You’ll find as on through life you go
The thing you want may prove to be
The very thing you shouldn’t have.
Then seeming loss is gain, you see.
—Old Granny Fox.