That fox has got a home somewhere on the Green Meadows or in the
Green Forest, and I'm going to find it. Then watch out, Mr. Fox!"

Farmer Brown's boy whistled for Bowser the Hound and started for
the Green Forest.

Unc' Billy Possum poked his sharp little old face out from under
the henhouse and watched them go. Usually Unc' Billy is grinning,
but now there wasn't any grin, not the least sign of one. Instead
Unc' Billy Possum looked worried.

"There goes that boy with a gun, and nobody knows what'll happen
when it goes off. If he can't find Reddy Fox, just as likely as
not he'll point it at somebody else just fo' fun. Ah hope he doan
meet up with mah ol' woman or any of mah li'l' pickaninnies. Ah'm
plumb afraid of a boy with a gun, Ah am. 'Pears like he doan have
any sense. Ah reckon Ah better be moving along right smart and
tell mah family to stay right close in the ol' hollow tree,"
muttered Unc' Billy Possum, slipping out from his hiding place.
Then Unc' Billy began to run as fast as he could toward the Green
Forest.



XVIII. The Hunt for Reddy Fox

"Trouble, trouble, trouble, I feel it in the air;
Trouble, trouble, trouble, it's round me everywhere."

Old Granny Fox muttered this over and over, as she kept walking