Bowser the Hound by Thornton W. (Thornton Waldo) Burgess
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Now I will start along and you follow."
Reddy got to his feet as if it were hard work. Then Blacky spread his wings and started off, cawing encouragement. All the time inside he was laughing to think that Reddy Fox should think he had fooled him. "He forgot to ask again if there is a dog there," chuckled Blacky to himself. As for Reddy, no sooner was Blacky well on his way than he started off at his swiftest pace. There was nothing weak or feeble in the way Reddy ran then. He was in a hurry to get to those fat hens. CHAPTER XXXI BLACKY IS MUCH PLEASED WITH HIMSELF You cannot tell from a single feather what a bird looks like, nor from a lone hair how big a dog is. _Bowser the Hound._ Straight away towards the farm where Bowser the Hound was flew Blacky the Crow. Every few minutes he would caw encouragement to Reddy Fox, who, as you know, was following, but who of course could not travel as fast as did Blacky. In between times Blacky would chuckle to himself. He was mightily pleased with himself, was Blacky. |
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