"I'm afraid the police have got into it," stammered the vixen.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss!" uttered the gander, from within.
"That's the scratch of a match," said the vixen.
"If they see us we are lost," answered the wolf.
Just then the turkey, who had puffed himself up to his utmost, exploded with a loud puff.
"Firearms," whispered the wolf.
"It's either a mine or a bomb," quoth the vixen.
"Dynamite," faltered the wolf.
They did not wait to hear anything else; but, in their terror, they turned on their heels and scampered off as fast as their legs could carry them. In a twinkling they were both out of sight.
The travellers in the hollow tree laughed heartily; then they returned to their corners and went off to sleep. On the morrow, at daybreak, they resumed their wanderings, and I daresay they are travelling still, for it takes a long time to go round the world.