her
chicken.

"Aha!" exclaimed old Granny Fox, starting to run along the top of the
hill, her nose to the ground. "Aha! I'll catch him this time!"

In a few minutes she began to run more slowly, and every two or three
steps she would look ahead. Suddenly her eyes snapped, and she began
to creep almost flat on her stomach, just as she had crept for Peter
Rabbit. But it wasn't Peter Rabbit this time. It was--who do you think?
Jimmy Skunk! Yes, Sir, it was Jimmy Skunk. He was slowly ambling along,
for Jimmy Skunk never hurries. Every big stick or stone that he could
move, he would pull over or look under, for Jimmy Skunk was hunting for
beetles.

Old Granny Fox watched him. "He must have a tremendous appetite to be
hunting for beetles after eating my chicken!" muttered she. Then
she jumped out in front of Jimmy Skunk, her eyes snapping, her teeth
showing, and the hair on her back standing on end so as to make her look
very fierce. But all the time old Granny Fox took the greatest care not
to get too near to Jimmy Skunk.

"Where's my chicken?" snarled old Granny Fox, and she looked very, very
fierce.

Jimmy Skunk looked up as if very much surprised. "Hello, Granny Fox!" he
exclaimed. "Have you lost a chicken?"

"You've stolen it! You're a thief, Jimmy Skunk!" snapped Granny Fox.

"Words can never make black white;
Before you speak be sure you're right,"

said Jimmy Skunk. "I'm not a thief."

"You are!" cried Granny working herself into a great rage.

"I'm not!"

"You are!"

All the time Jimmy Skunk was chuckling to himself, and the more he
chuckled the angrier grew old Granny Fox. And all the time Jimmy Skunk
kept moving toward old Granny Fox and Granny Fox kept backing away, for,
like all the other little meadow and forest people, she has very great
respect for Jimmy Skunk's little bag of scent.

Now, backing off that way, she couldn't see where she was going, and
the first thing she knew she had backed into a bramble bush. It tore her
skirts and scratched her legs. "Ooch!" cried old Granny Fox.

"Ha! ha! ha!" laughed Jimmy Skunk. "That's what you get for calling me
names."

XIV. Granny Fox Finds What Became of the Chicken

Old Granny Fox was in a terrible temper. Dear, dear, it certainly was
a dreadful temper! Jimmy Skunk laughed at her, and that made it worse.
When he saw this, Jimmy Skunk just rolled over and over on the ground
and shouted, he was so tickled. Of course, it wasn't th