ught Old Granny
Fox napping.

CHAPTER VII: Granny Fox Has A Bad Dream

Nothing ever simply happens;
Bear that point in mind.
If you look long and hard enough
A cause you'll always find.
--Old Granny Fox.

Old Granny Fox was dreaming. Yes, Sir, she was dreaming. There she lay,
curled up on the sunny little knoll on the edge of the Green Forest,
fast asleep and dreaming. It was a very pleasant and very comfortable
place indeed. You see, jolly, round, bright Mr. Sun poured his warmest
rays right down there from the blue, blue sky. When Old Granny Fox was
tired, she often slipped over there for a short nap and sun-bath even
in winter. She was quite sure that no one knew anything about it. It was
one of her secrets.

This morning Old Granny Fox was very tired, unusually so. In the first
place she had been out hunting all night. Then, before she could reach
home, Bowser the Hound had found her tracks and started to follow them.
Of course, it wouldn't have done to go home then. It wouldn't have done
at all. Bowser would have followed her straight there and so found out
where she lived. So she had led Bowser far away across the Green Meadows
and through the Green Forest and finally played one of her smart tricks
which had so mixed her tracks that Bowser could no longer follow them.
While he had sniffed and snuffed and snuffed and sniffed with that
wonderful nose of his, trying to find out where she had gone, Old Granny
Fox had trotted straight to the sunny knoll and there curled up to rest.
Right away she fell asleep.

Now Old Granny Fox, like most of the other little people of the Green
Forest and the Green Meadows, sleeps with her ears wide open. Her eyes
may be closed, but not her ears. Those are always on guard, even when
she is asleep, and at the least sound open fly her eyes, and she is
ready to run. If it were not for the way her sharp ears keep guard, she
wouldn't dare take naps in the open right in broad daylight. If you
ever want to catch a Fox asleep, you mustn't make the teeniest, weeniest
noise. Just remember that.

Now Old Granny Fox had no sooner closed her eyes than she began to
dream. At first it was a very pleasant dream, the pleasantest dream a
Fox can have. It was of a chicken dinner, all the chicken she could eat.
Granny certainly enjoyed that dream. It made her smack her lips quite as
if it were a real and not a dream dinner she was enjoying.

But presently the dream chang