“Yes,” said his mother, “in our new home. Are you hungry, Sharp Eyes?”
“Am I hungry?” he cried. “Well, I should say I am!”
“I’ll bring you some of the chicken that Brother Twinkle and I caught to-day,” said Winkle. “We are good hunters now, Sharp Eyes.”
“Yes, indeed they are good hunters,” said Mr. Fox. “Well, Sharp Eyes, I guess you have had enough of adventures, haven’t you?”
“Indeed I have!” answered the silver fox, as he ate some chicken in the new cave-house. “I am never going away again.”
“Tell us your adventures,” said Twinkle, when his brother had rested in the cave.
“They were so many it will take me quite a while,” answered the silver fox. “I met many animal friends, and they had their adventures put into books. Maybe that will happen to me.”
And it did, and here’s the very book, as you can see for yourself. And now, as we have brought these adventures of Sharp Eyes to an end, we will say good-bye to him.
THE END