There’s no food for Granny Fox and Reddy after the storm
Today’s story sadly tells us that there’s no food for Granny Fox and Reddy after the storm. Last time we discovered that the birds ate food that Farmer Brown’s son had left, but there’s nothing for Granny Fox and Reddy Fox.
Tommy Tit, Drummer the Woodpecker, Yank Yank the Nuthatch, Sammy Jay and Chatterer the Red Squirrel had already found food. But they were not the only ones who were out and about as soon as the great storm ended.
All of the animals could not find a good meal after the storm
However, all of the animals and birds were not as fortunate as Tommy Tit and his friends in finding a good meal.
Peter Rabbit and Mrs. Peter came out of the hole in the heart of the dear Old Briar-patch. They had managed to keep comfortably warm inside during the storm.
They immediately began to fill their stomachs with bark from young trees and tender tips of twigs. This was very coarse food, but it would take away that empty feeling.
Mrs. Grouse burst out of the snow and hurried to get a meal before dark. She had no time to be particular, and so she ate spruce buds.
The spruce buds were very bitter and she didn’t really like them. However, she was too hungry to be fussy, and night was too near. She was thankful to have that much to eat.
Old Mother Nature’s plans for good
Quite often are not understood.
— Old Granny Fox.
Granny Fox and Reddy were also looking for food to eat after the storm
Granny Fox and Reddy were out too. They didn’t need to hurry because, as you know, they could hunt all night. However, they were so hungry that they were desperate for something to eat.
They knew, of course, that everybody else would be out. They hoped that some of these little people would be so weak that they could easily catch them.
That seems like a horrible thing to hope for, isn’t it?
But one of the first laws of Old Mother Nature is self-preservation. That means to save your own life first. So perhaps we should not blame Granny and Reddy for hoping that some of their neighbors might be caught easily.
They were very hungry indeed, but they could not eat:
bark like Peter Rabbit…
or buds like Mrs. Grouse…
or seeds like Whitefoot the Woodmouse. ..
Their teeth and stomachs are not made for that kind of food.
Granny Fox and Reddy had a hard time finding food to eat
It was hard going for Granny and Reddy Fox. The snow was soft and deep in many places. They had to keep pretty close to those places where rough Brother North Wind had blown away enough of the snow to make it easy to walk.
Granny Fox and Reddy soon discovered that their there was no way they could catch and eat some of their neighbors. They had hoped that they would be too weak to escape them.
When jolly, round, red Mr. Sun dropped clown behind the Purple Hills to go to bed, their stomachs were quite as empty as when they had started out.
Granny Fox and Reddy tried to catch Peter Rabbit
As Granny Fox led the way, she said to Reddy:
“We’ll go down to the Old Briar-patch although I don’t believe it will be much use.
I’m hopeful because you never can tell until you try. Peter Rabbit may take it into his silly head to come outside.”
A briar patch is an area formed by thorny trees
When they reached the dear Old Briar patch, Granny and Reddy discovered that Peter was not outside. They peered between the brambles and bushes to find him.
As they did so, Granny and Reddy could see Peter’s little brown body bobbing about as he hunted for tender bark.
Peter had already made little paths along which he could hop easily. He saw Granny and Reddy almost as soon as they saw him.
“These are hard times,” said Peter pleasantly. “I hope your stomachs are not as empty as mine.”
He pulled a strip of bark from a young tree and began to chew it. This was more than Reddy could bear. It was just too much to watch Peter eating while his own stomach was just one great big ache from emptiness.
“I’m going in there even if I tear my coat to pieces! I’ll either catch him, or drive him out where you can catch him, ” snarled Reddy.
Peter stopped chewing and sat up. He said,
“Come right along, Reddy. Come right along if you want to. However, I would advise you to save your skin and your coat.”
Reddy’s only reply was a snarl as he pushed his way under the brambles. He yelped as they tore his coat and scratched his face, but he kept on.
Now Peter’s paths were very ingenious. He had cut them through the thickest of the briars. They were just big enough for himself and Mrs. Peter to hop along.
However, Reddy was much bigger. He had to force his way through. He had to crawl flat on his stomach in some places. It was very slow work, and he got painful scratches from the briars.
It was no trouble at all for Peter to keep out of his way, and Reddy gave up. Without a word Granny Fox led the way to the Green Forest.
They would try to find where Mrs. Grouse was sleeping under the snow. Although they hunted all night, they couldn’t find her, because she had wisely gone to bed in a spruce-tree.