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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

rer 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 nea

head and in an instant all his curiosity vanished. That sharp face peering at him over the edge of the bank could mean but one thing-danger! It was all a trick! He saw through it now. Like a flash he turned. There was the whistle o

he couldn't see him. Then she bounded up the bank. There was no Reddy there, but far away across the snow-covered Green Meadows was a red spot growing smaller and smaller. Reddy

watched him. Then she went back to the edge of the Big River and there she found a dead fish whi

till knows a few tricks that he doesn't, and next time he won't feel so sure he knows it all. I guess it was worth w

rable and hungry, he hunted through the Green Forest all the long night