“It looks as though you could catch something there,” observed Mr. Fox. “I’ll go the other way, and whichever of us first catches anything must bark and howl. Then the other will know.”
“I’ll do it,” said Sharp Eyes.
So off he trotted by himself. It was the first time he had hunted alone, and he felt a bit queer about it. Still he was a sly, cunning chap, as are all fox creatures, and he wanted to show what he could do.
“I’ll get another turkey,” said Sharp Eyes to himself.
Through the woods he went, very softly and quietly, looking on all sides, and sniffing the air to get a smell of something he might catch as a dinner for himself and the rest of the fox family.
All at once Sharp Eyes saw something moving behind a bush. It made a rustling sound.
“I wonder what that is,” thought the fox boy.
Once more he sniffed the air. The wind was blowing toward him from whatever was in the bush, and the wind brought to the nose of the fox boy a wonderful perfume.
“It smells like something good to eat!” thought Sharp Eyes.