“You mean that you think he can’t be caught?” said she quietly.
“I don’t think anything about it; I know he can’t!” snapped Reddy. “Not by us, anyway,” he added.
“I suppose you wouldn’t even try?” retorted Granny.
“I’m old enough to know when I’m wasting my time,” replied Reddy with a toss of his head.
“In other words you think I’m a silly old Fox who has lost her senses,” said Granny sharply.
“No-o. I didn’t say that,” protested Reddy, looking very uncomfortable.
“But you think it,” declared Granny. “Now look here, Mr. Smarty, you do just as I tell you. You creep back there where you can watch Quacker and all that happens, and mind that you keep out of his sight. Now go.”
Reddy went. There was nothing else to do. He didn’t dare disobey. Granny watched until Reddy had reached his hiding-place. Then what do you think she did? Why, she walked right out on the little beach just below Reddy and in plain sight of Quacker! Yes, Sir, that is what she did!
Then began such a queer performance that it is no wonder that Reddy was sure Granny had lost her senses. She rolled over and over. She chased her tail round and round until it made Reddy dizzy to watch her. She jumped up in the air. She raced back and forth. She played with a bit of stick. And all the time she didn’t pay the least attention to Quacker the Duck.
Reddy stared and stared. Whatever had come over Granny? She was crazy. Yes, Sir, that must be the matter. It must be that she had gone without food so long that she had gone crazy. Poor Granny! She was in her second childhood. Reddy could remember how he had done such things when he was very young, just by way of showing how fine he felt. But for a grown-up Fox to do such things was undignified, to say the least. You know Reddy thinks a great deal of dignity. It was worse than undignified; it was positively disgraceful. He did hope that none of his neighbors would happen along and see Granny cutting up so. He never would hear the end of it if they did.