"That's odd!" Benny Badger said to himself. "How can he be in three places at once?" And since he could not answer that question, he decided to look in none of those three directions, but to try a fourth, because he felt sure that none of the three could be the right one. And besides, if Mr. Fox had really been where he was said to have been seen, he was such a roving fellow that he would have moved on.
Well, where he looked next, Benny found Mr. Fox.
"What luck?" Benny asked that wily gentleman once more.
Mr. Fox replied somewhat stiffly that he had nothing to say.
"What's that on your mouth?" Benny Badger demanded suddenly.
Mr. Fox hastily rubbed his paw across his mouth.
"It can't be egg," he blurted.
"Egg!" Benny Badger shouted. "I hadn't mentioned egg! But now that you mention egg, perhaps that's it."
Mr. Fox looked most ill at ease. But he made no reply.
"What's that clinging to your shoulder?" asked Benny Badger abruptly.