So the old robber fox hid behind a tree and waited. By and by, after a while, who should come along but a firefly. My, how her little lantern flickered and flared in the wind.
“Oh, ho!” said Danny Fox, “who’s afraid? I’m glad it’s not the Policeman Dog!”
The little firefly kept on her way, for, of course, she hadn’t heard Danny Fox thinking. As her little light had disappeared in the darkness the old robber came out of his hiding place.
Then off he started again for the henhouse.
By and by he reached the Old Barnyard. But just as he crept around the Big Red Barn, Old Sic’em, the farmer’s dog, looked out of his wooden house.
“Bow, wow!” he went, tugging at the chain which kept him home nights in his little bungalow, “wow.”
“Keep quiet, can’t you,” whined Danny Fox.
“Get out!” snarled Old Sic’em. “I’ll call the farmer.”
Just then who should hop by in the moonlight but Little Jack Rabbit on his way home.
“I guess I’ll catch that little bunny,” thought the old fox, sneaking around to the Big Red Barn.