Fox.

So off she started up the hill to the place where she had left
the chicken when she started to try to catch Peter Rabbit. When
she got there, there wasn't any chicken. No, Sir, there was no
chicken at all--just a few feathers. Granny Fox could hardly
believe her own eyes. She looked this way and she looked that
way, but there was no chicken, just a few feathers. Old Granny
Fox flew into a greater rage than before.



XIII. Granny Fox Calls Jimmy Skunk Names

Granny Fox couldn't believe her own eyes. No, Sir, she couldn't
believe her own eyes, and she rubbed them two or three times to
make sure that she was seeing right. That chicken certainly had
disappeared, and left no trace of where it had gone.

It was very queer. Old Granny Fox sat down to think who would
dare steal anything from her. Then she walked in a big circle
with her nose to the ground, sniffing and sniffing. What was she
doing that for? Why, to see if she could find the tracks of
anyone who might have stolen her chicken.

"Aha!" exclaimed old Granny Fox, starting to run along the top of
the hill, her nose to the ground. "Aha! I'll catch him this
time!"

In a few minutes she began to run more slowly, and every two or