Little Pool he laughed. "You count three, Reddy Fox," said he,
"and I'll show you how to catch a fish."

"One!" said Reddy Fox, "Two! Three!"

Splash! Billy Mink had dived head first into the Dear Little
Pool. He spattered water way up onto Reddy Fox, and he frightened
old Mr. Frog so that he fell over backwards off the lily pad
where he was taking a morning nap right into the water. In a
minute Billy Mink climbed out on the other side of the Dear
Little Pool and sure enough, he had caught one of the little
Trouts.

"Give it to me," cried Reddy Fox.

"Catch one yourself," said Billy Mink. "Old Grandpa Mink wants a
fish for his dinner, so I am going to take this home. You're
afraid, Reddy Fox! 'Fraid-cat! Fraid-cat!"

Billy Mink shook the water off of his little brown coat, picked
up the little Trout and ran off home.

Reddy Fox lay down again on the Big Rock and peeped into the Dear
Little Pool. Not a single Trout could he see. They were all
hiding safely with Mr. and Mrs. Trout. Reddy Fox watched and
watched. The sun was warm, the Laughing Brook was singing a
lullaby and--what do you think? Why, Reddy Fox went fast asleep
on the edge of the great Big Rock.

By and by Reddy Fox began to dream. He dreamed that he had a nice