“Well! where have you been, Sharp Eyes?” asked his sister Winkle, as he scrambled down inside the hollow log.
“Oh, I’ve been chased by a hunter and his dogs, and I heard his gun fired,” answered the little fox boy.
“You did?” cried his mother, who was listening to what he said. “Oh, Sharp Eyes, you must be careful!”
“I will. That’s what Red Tail told me.”
“And don’t go too much with that Red Tail boy, either,” said Mr. Fox. “He is a daring sort of chap, and he might lead you into danger. Once he went to a farmyard in broad daylight and took a chicken. He ought to have waited until night. He is very daring.”
“Well, he was good to me,” said Sharp Eyes. “He showed me how to run away from the hunter.”
“You must have had a terrible time,” said little Winkle.
“Oh, it was a sort of adventure,” answered Sharp Eyes.
“What’s adventure?” Twinkle, his brother, asked.
“It’s things that happen to you,” answered Sharp Eyes. “And then they are put into a book. That’s what happened to Slicko.”