.

Little by little she led him across the White Meadows back towards
Farmer Brown's barnyard. Pretty soon old Mother Fox began to run as
fast as she could, and that is very fast indeed. She left Bowser the
Hound a long, long way behind. When she came to a stone wall she
jumped up on the stone wall and ran along it, just like a squirrel.
Every once in a while she would make a long jump and then trot along a
little way again. She knew that stones do not carry the scent well,
and that Bowser the Hound would have hard work to smell her on the
stone wall. Way down at the end of the pasture an old apple tree
stretched a long limb out towards the stone wall. When she got
opposite to this she jumped onto this long limb and ran up into the
tree. There in the crotch, close to the trunk, she sat and watched.

Bowser the Hound, making a tremendous noise, followed her trail up to
the stone wall. Then he was puzzled. He sniffed this way, and he
sniffed that way, but he could not tell where Mother Fox had
disappeared to. He looked up at old Mother Moon and bayed and bayed,
but old Mother Moon did not help him a bit. Then he jumped over the
stone wall and looked, and looked, and smelled, and smelled, but no
track of Mother Fox could he find. Then he ran up along the stone wall
a little way, and then down along the stone wall a little way, but
still he could not find a track of Mother Fox. The longer he hunted,
the angrier he grew.

Old Mother Fox, sitting in the apple tree, watched him and laughed and
laughed to herself. Then when she grew tired of watching him, she made
a long jump out into the field and trotted off home to punish Reddy Fox
for his disobedience. When she got there she found Reddy Fox very much
ashamed, very tired and very sorrowful, and since that time Reddy Fox
has never barked at the moon.

V

STRIPED CHIPMUNK'S POCKETS

It was one of Striped Chipmunk's busy days. Every day is a busy day
with Striped Chipmunk at this season of the year, for the sweet acorns
are ripe and the hickory nuts rattle down whenever Old Mother West Wind
shakes the trees, while every night Jack Frost opens chestnut burrs
just to see the squirrels scamper for the plump brown nuts the next
morning.

So Striped Chipmunk was very busy, very busy indeed! He whisked in and
out of the old stone wall along one edge of the Green Meadows. Back
and forth, back and forth, sometimes to the old hickory tree, sometimes
to