“Ha, ha!” laughed the Old Red Rooster, with a jump and a big flap of his wings. And, would you believe it! he flew from the woodshed right over to the roof of the cowshed next the Little Red Barn! Then up he jumped to the little window overhead. That’s what he did, the wise old fowl.
“I wonder what he’s going to do?” thought Danny Fox, beginning to grow uneasy. “I wonder what he’s up to?” and again the old fox looked here and there, fearing some trick was to be sprung upon him.
“I won’t hop out till Danny Fox goes home.”
“Cock-a-doodle do!” all of a sudden shouted the Old Red Rooster.
“What do you want?” asked Lady Love, looking out of the attic window. But on seeing Danny Fox she almost fainted.
“Don’t worry, mother,” cried Little Jack Rabbit. “I’m safe in the kitchen. I won’t hop out till Danny Fox goes home.”
“Ha, ha!” laughed that old robber, “maybe I’ll wait here till the 4th of July.”
“Oh, dear! Oh, dear!” cried the little rabbit’s mother, anxiously, “please go away, Danny Fox.”
“No, siree!” answered that wicked animal. “I shall stay right here for a year and a day, and maybe I’ll never go away.”