“Yes,” answered Danny Fox. Then Slyboots led them to a cave in the Shady Forest. It was under a ledge of rocks on a little rise of ground. Big trees and thick bushes grew all around it. It was so hidden from sight that Danny Fox was almost glad they had lost their old home.
“This is very fine, my son,” he said, turning to Slyboots. “It’ll be a long time before anyone finds out where we live.”
DANNY FOX IS DISCOVERED
Old Sic’em, the Kind Farmer’s dog, was sound asleep, his head half through the round front door of his little house in the old farm yard.
But as soon as he heard the thumpty-thump of Little Jack Rabbit’s feet, he woke up mighty quick. Maybe he thought a tramp was coming down the road, and maybe he didn’t.
“Hello, Sic’em!” said the little rabbit. He wasn’t afraid, you know, for the old dog was fastened with a chain, one end to his collar and the other to the little dog-house.
“Good morning,” answered Old Sic’em, opening his mouth to yawn, for it was lazy work lying there all day, except when the Kind Farmer took him to the village.
Just then whom should the little rabbit see but Danny Fox sneaking behind the trees. Now it had been a long time since that old robber had been around, for something dreadful had happened to him. Yes, sir! Old Danny Fox had lost a bit of his long bushy tail.
You see, it had happened on the night he had tiptoed softly through the Shady Forest, along the Old Rail Fence, over the Sunny Meadow, to the farmyard.