[“‘Look what I got!’ he barked.”]
“No, a trap is something that hurts you,” said Red Tail.
A few days after that the silver fox had a chance to see for himself, and feel for himself, what a trap was like.
Sharp Eyes was trotting along through the woods, not far from the farmer’s yard; and as he was looking toward it hoping he might catch a stray duck or a rooster, all of a sudden he saw a chicken lying to one side of the path.
“Oh, ho!” said Sharp Eyes to himself. “I’ll just get that and take it home for lunch.”
So he crept softly up on the chicken, which did not seem to know a fox was so near. When he was close enough, Sharp Eyes gave a jump and came straight down on top of the fowl, making a grab for it with his teeth.
At the same time there was a sharp click, and Sharp Eyes felt a sudden pain in one paw. It stung and ached.
“Oh!” cried the fox boy. “I’m hurt! Something has me fast by the foot! Oh, what can it be? Did the chicken bite me?”