“Creak, creak, creak!
I’m old and very rusty,
Why don’t you wait till summertime
When it is hot and dusty.
This is no time to pull a nail
When Mr. North Wind blows a gale,”
shouted a rusty nail as Danny Fox tugged away at the loose board of the Henhouse.
“S-s-s-sh!” whispered Danny Fox, “you’ll wake up Sic’em.”
But he need not have worried, for old Sic’em was dreadfully deaf. Besides, he was asleep on the mat in front of the kitchen stove, and how could he hear a rusty nail talk out in the farmyard, I should like to know.
All the same, Danny Fox stopped tugging at the board and looked around just as Mrs. Cow came to the door of the shed. No sooner did she see the old fox than she gave a loud “MOO!”