“Sharp Eyes may be caught,” said Mrs. Fox. “You had better go back and make him come with you,” she went on to Mr. Fox.
“I will,” said he, but just as he started out on the woodland path, Sharp Eyes came running along, with a big chicken slung over his back.
[“Look what I got!” he barked], as he laid it in front of his mother.
“Where did you get it?” asked Winkle.
“At that farmyard. I waited until the wind was blowing the other way, so the dogs could not smell me coming, and then I crawled in and got this bird.”
“It’s a wonder you weren’t caught yourself,” said his father. “You are getting as reckless as Red Tail. You must look out for danger.”
“I did,” answered Sharp Eyes. Then they all ate the chicken he had brought, and his mother said he was very clever.
“But you’ll not always be as lucky as that,” said Red Tail to Sharp Eyes the next day, when the fox boy told what he had done. “Some day you may be caught in a trap.”
“What’s a trap?” asked Sharp Eyes. “Is it like a book that Slicko the squirrel had adventures in?”