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be something the matter with her.

Quacker began to get excited. He couldn't keep his eyes off Old
Granny Fox. He began to swim nearer. He wanted to see better.
He quite forgot she was a Fox. She moved so fast that she was just
a queer red spot on the beach. Whatever she was doing was very
curious and very exciting. He swam nearer and nearer. The excitement
was catching. He began to swim in circles himself. All the time he
drew nearer and nearer to the shore. He didn't have the least bit
of fear. He was just curious. He wanted to see better.

All the time Granny was cutting up her antics, she was watching Quacker,
though he didn't suspect it. As he swam nearer and nearer to the shore,
Granny rolled and tumbled farther and farther back. At last Quacker
was close to the shore. If he kept on, he would be right on the land
in a few minutes. And all the time he stared and stared. No thought
of danger entered his head. You see, there was no room because it
was so filled with curiosity.

"In a minute more I'll have him," thought Granny, and whirled faster
than ever. And just then something happened.



CHAPTER V: Reddy Fox Is Afraid To Go Home

Yes, Sir, a chicken track is good to see, but
it often puts nothing but water in my mouth.
- Old Granny Fox.

Reddy Fox thought of that saying many times as he hunted through the
Green Forest that night, afraid to go home. You see, he had almost
dined on Quacker the Duck over at the Big River that day and then
hadn't, and it was all his own fault. That was why he was afraid to
go home. From his hiding-place on the bank he had watched Quacker
swim in and in until he was almost on the shore where old Granny Fox
was whirling and rolling and tumbling about as if she had entirely
lost her senses. Indeed, Reddy had been quite sure that she had
when she began. It wasn't until he saw that curiosity was drawing
Quacker right in so that in a minute or two Granny would be able to
catch him, that he understood that Granny was anything but crazy,
and really was teaching him a new trick as well as trying to catch
a dinner.

When he realized this, he should have been ashamed of himself for
doubting the smartness of Granny and for thinking that he knew all
there was to know. But he was too much excited for any such thoughts.
Nearer and nearer to the shore came Quacker, his eyes fixed on the
red, whirling form of Granny. Reddy's own eyes gleamed with excitement.
Would Quacker keep on right up to the shore? Nearer and nearer and