they could sit on their doorstep and look all over the Green Meadows.
It had been very, very beautiful down there. They had made lovely
little paths through the tall green meadow grass, and the buttercups
and daisies had grown close up to their very doorstep. But up here
in the Old Pasture Granny Fox had chosen the thickest clump of
bushes and young trees she could find, and in the middle was a great
pile of rocks. Way in among these rocks Granny Fox had dug their
new house. It was right down under the rocks. Even in the middle
of the day jolly, round, red Mr. Sun could hardly find it with a few
of his long, bright beams. All the rest of the time it was dark and
gloomy there.

No, Reddy Fox didn't like his new home at all, but when he said so old
Granny Fox boxed his ears.

"It's your own fault that we've got to live here now," said
she. "It's the only place where we are safe. Farmer Brown's boy never
will find this home, and even if he did he couldn't dig into it as he
did into our old home on the Green Meadows. Here we are, and here
we've got to stay, all because a foolish little Fox thought himself
smarter than anybody else and tried to show off."

Reddy hung his head. "I don't care!" he said, which was very, very
foolish, because, you know, he did care a very great deal.

And here we will leave wise Old Granny Fox and Reddy, safe, even if
they do not like their new home. You see, Lightfoot the Deer is
getting jealous. He thinks there should be some books about the people
of the Green Forest, and that the first one should be about him. And
because we all love Lightfoot the Deer, the very next book is to bear