Granny Shows Reddy a Trick
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VERY day Granny Fox led Reddy Fox over to the long railroad bridge
and made him run back and forth across it until he had no fear of it
whatever. At first it had made him dizzy, but now he could run across
at the top of his speed and not mind it in the least.
"I don't see what
good it does to be able to run across a bridge; any one can do that!"
exclaimed Reddy one day.
Granny Fox smiled. "Do you remember the first time you tried to do it?"
she asked.
Reddy hung his head. Of course he
remembered—remembered that Granny had
had to scare him into crossing that first time.
Suddenly Granny Fox lifted her head. "Hark!" she exclaimed.
Reddy pricked up his sharp, pointed ears. Way off back, in the direction
from which they had come, they heard the baying of a dog. It wasn't the
voice of Bowser the Hound but of a younger dog. Granny listened for a
few minutes. The voice of the dog grew louder as it drew nearer.
"He certainly is following our track," said Granny Fox. "Now, Reddy,
you run across the bridge and watch from the top of the little hill over
there. Perhaps I can show you a trick that will teach you why I have
made you learn to run across the bridge."
Reddy trotted across the long bridge and up to the top of the hill, as
Granny
had told him to. Then he sat down to watch. Granny trotted out in
the middle of a field and sat down. Pretty soon a young hound broke out
of the bushes, his nose in Granny's track. Then he looked up and saw
her, and his voice grew still more savage and eager. Granny Fox started
to run as soon as she was sure that the hound had seen her, but she did
not run very fast. Reddy did not know what to make of it, for Granny
seemed simply to be playing with the hound and not really trying to get
away from him at all. Pretty soon Reddy heard another sound. It was a
long, low rumble. Then there was a distant whistle. It was a train.
Granny heard it, too. As she ran, she began to work back toward the long
bridge. The train was in sight now. Suddenly Granny Fox started across
the bridge so fast that she looked like
a little red streak. The dog
was close at her heels when she started and he was so eager to catch her
that he didn't see either the bridge or the train. But he couldn't begin
to run as fast as Granny Fox. Oh, my, no! When she had reached the other
side, he wasn't half way across, and right behind him, whistling for him
to get out of the way, was the train.
The hound gave one frightened yelp, and then he did the only thing he
could do; he leaped down, down into the swift water below, and the last
Reddy saw of him he was frantically trying to swim ashore.
"Now you know why I wanted you to learn to cross a bridge; it's a very
nice way of getting rid of dogs," said Granny Fox, as she climbed up
beside Reddy.
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