is little house,
yawned and stretched lazily.

It was time for Reddy to do his part. Out he walked and sat down right
in front of Bowser and grinned at him. Bowser stared for a minute as
if he doubted his own eyes. Such impudence! Bowser growled. Then with a
yelp he sprang towards Reddy.

Now the chain that held him was long, but Reddy had taken care not to
get too near, and of course Bowser couldn't reach him. He tugged with
all his might and yelped and barked frantically, but Reddy just sat
there and grinned in the most provoking manner. It was great fun to
tease Bowser this way.

Meanwhile old Granny Fox had stolen out from around the corner of the
shed behind Bowser. Getting hold of the edge of the pan with her teeth
she pulled it back with her around the corner and out of sight. If she
made any noise, Bowser didn't hear it. He was making too much noise
himself and was too excited. Presently Reddy heard the sound of an
opening door. Mrs. Brown was coming to see what all the fuss was about.
Like a flash Reddy darted behind the barn, and all Mrs. Brown saw was
Bowser tugging at his chain as he whined and yelped excitedly.

"I guess he must have seen a stray cat or something," said Mrs. Brown
and went back in the house. Bowser continued to whine and tug at his
chain for a few minutes. Then he gave it up and, growling deep in his
throat, turned to eat his dinner. But there wasn't any dinner! It had
disappeared, pan and all! Bowser couldn't understand it at all.

Back of the shed Granny and Reddy Fox licked that pan clean; licked
it until it was polished. Then, with little sighs of satisfaction, and
every once in a while a chuckle, they trotted happily home.

CHAPTER XIX: Old Man Coyote Does A Little Thinking

Investigate and for yourself find out
Those things which most you want to know about.
--Old Granny Fox.

Never in all his life had Reddy Fox enjoyed a dinner more than that one
he and Granny had stolen from Bowser the Hound. Of course it would have
tasted delicious anyway, because they were so dreadfully hungry, but to
Reddy it tasted better still because it had been intended for Bowser.
Bowser has hunted Reddy so often that Reddy has no love for him at all,
and it tickled him almost to death to think that they had taken his
dinner from almost under his nose.

With that good dinner in their stomachs, Reddy and Granny Fox felt so
much better that the Great World no longer seemed such a cold