"What do you keep ducking your head for, Bobby Coon?" she asked
suspiciously.

"I'm just looking to see if I can see any feathers from that
chicken," replied Bobby Coon gravely, though his eyes were
twinkling with mischief.

"Well, do you?" demanded old Granny Fox.

And just then Bobby Coon did. They were not on the ground,
however, but floating in the air. Bobby Coon leaned out to see
where they came from, and Granny Fox turned to look, too. What do
you think they saw? Why, sitting on a tall, dead tree was Mr.
Goshawk, just then swallowing the last of Granny's chicken.

"Thief! thief! robber! robber!" shrieked old Granny Fox.

But Mr. Goshawk said nothing, just winked at Bobby Coon, puffed
out his feathers, and settled himself for a comfortable nap.



XV. Reddy Fox Has a Visitor

Hardly was old Granny Fox out of sight on her way to hunt for the
chicken she had left on the hill, when Unc' Billy Possum came
strolling along the Lone Little Path. He was humming to himself,
for he had just had a good breakfast. One of the Merry Little
Breezes spied him and hurried to meet him and tell him about how