“What is it? Where is it?” asked Mr. Fox eagerly. “I don’t see anything,” and he looked as hard as he could through the bushes.
“Right over there, by the old stump,” said Sharp Eyes. “Don’t you see? It’s a big chicken.”
Mr. Fox looked. Then he said:
“That isn’t a chicken! It’s a wild turkey! If we get that it will make a fine meal for all of us! Sharp Eyes, you were rightly named. You saw this turkey when neither your mother nor I could see it. It’s a good thing you did. Now we’ll have a fine meal!”
CHAPTER II
SHARP EYES CATCHES SOMETHING
Slowly and carefully, making not the least sound, Mr. Fox began to creep through the woods toward the wild turkey. The big bird was eating some forest berries, and had his back toward the fox.
“Let me catch him!” whispered Sharp Eyes. “I saw him first, let me creep up and jump on him!”
“No,” whispered his mother. “It is true you had very keen sight to see the turkey, Sharp Eyes, and when you grow up you will be a smart fox. But just now, when we are all so hungry, it would not do to let that turkey get away from us. They can fly faster than you can run or jump. Even your father will have hard work getting it. But he can do it better than you.