In fact, Sharp Eyes felt so fresh that he cuffed his brother on the ear with his paw.
“Ma, make Sharp Eyes stop!” cried Twinkle, in fox language of course.
“Oh, I wasn’t doing anything!” said Sharp Eyes.
“Yes he was, too!” barked Sister Winkle. “And now he’s tickling me!”
“I guess it’s time I gave you little foxes some lessons in how-to-catch-things,” said Mr. Fox, as he stretched himself, for he, too, had been sleeping. “You are so full of life that you are getting into mischief. Come out, all of you, and I’ll show you how I caught the partridge.”
Sharp Eyes would have rushed out of the log at once, but his mother held him back with her paw, saying:
“Wait! Let your father take a look first, to see that there is no danger. You must always be careful in going out of your house, whether it is a hole under the rocks or a hollow log or a stump, to look for danger. Watch your father!”
Mr. Fox stuck his nose out of the log a little way and sniffed the air. Then he stuck it out a little farther. Next he looked around with his bright eyes.
