Prickly Porky had started down the tree before Granny finished speaking, and his usually dull eyes actually looked bright. The fact is, they were bright with anger. Prickly Porky looked positively fierce.
“What are you going to do?” asked Granny Fox, backing away a little.
“Going to give that boaster a chance to try to get his Porcupine dinner,” grunted Prickly Porky.
Granny turned aside to grin. “I don't believe you will find him now,” said she, “but I heard that he is planning to get you when you go down to the Laughing Brook for a drink this evening.”
“Then I'll wait,” grunted Prickly Porky.
So Granny Fox bade him good-by and started on with a wicked chuckle to think how Prickly Porky had believed the story which she had made up.
XII. GRANNY FOX TELLS ANOTHER STORY
Believe all the good that you may hear,