"Yes?" asked the little boy rabbit, and he tried to see a way to run past that fox, only there wasn't any.
"Yes, really," went on the fox. "Have you had your supper?"
"No," replied Sammie, "I haven't."
"Neither have I," continued the fox, "but I'm going to have it pretty soon, in fact, almost immediately," which you children know means right away. "I'm going to eat directly," went on that bad fox, and he smacked his lips again and looked at Sammie, as if he was going to eat him up, for that's really what he meant when he said he was going to have supper. Oh, how frightened Sammie was. He began to tremble, and he wished he'd started for home earlier. Then the fox crouched down and was just going to jump on that little boy rabbit, when something happened.
Right up from that puddle of water, where Sammie had lost his ball, sprang a little man in green. He was green all over, like Bully, the frog, but the funny part of it was that he wasn't wet a bit, even though he came up out of the water.
"Ha! What have we here?" he cried out, just like that.
"If—if you please, sir," began Sammie.
"It's my supper time!" cried the fox, interrupting, which was not very polite on his part. "It's my supper time, and I'm hungry."
"I don't see anything to eat," spoke the little green man. "Nothing at all," and he looked all around.
"If—if you please, kind sir," went on Sammie, "I think he intends to eat me."