JOHNNIE GREEN AND HIS NEW PET





Tommy Fox was in a terrible fix. He was caught fast by the foot in a

trap; and if that isn't being in a fix, I should like to know what is.



All night long he whimpered and cried. All night long he tugged and

pulled, trying to get free. But the more he tugged the more the trap

hurt his foot. And the harder he cried.



Mrs. Fox couldn't help Tommy at all. She stayed with him throughout

the night, and tried to comfort him. And she only left when morning

came and she smelled men coming across the fields. Then, with one last

sorrowful look at Tommy, she crept sadly away.



In a few minutes more Farmer Green and his boy Johnnie reached Mrs.

Fox's door. And they were both greatly pleased when they saw that the

trap had done its work so well.



"It's a young cub," Farmer Green said, as soon as he spied Tommy Fox.



"May I have him, Father?" Johnnie asked quickly. "I'd like him for a

pet."



Tommy Fox was terribly frightened when he heard that. You see, he

didn't know what a "pet" was. He thought that probably it was

something like a stew, for he had been told that people ate things

like that; and he could see himself, in his mind's eye, being cut up

and tossed into a pot.



"A pet, eh?" said Farmer Green. "Well, I suppose so. He's hardly worth

skinning. You may have him, I guess. But look out that he doesn't bite

you."



Johnnie Green was delighted. He helped his father put Tommy into an

old sack, and taking the trap too, they started toward the farm-house.

When they reached Farmer Green's home Johnnie and his father fitted a

stout collar about Tommy's neck. And they fastened one end of a chain

to it; and the other end they tied to a long stake, which they drove

into the ground in Farmer Green's door-yard. Then Johnnie Green set a

big wooden box close beside the stake. He tipped the box over on its

side, and threw some straw into it. And that was Tommy Fox's new home.



You might think that it was a much nicer home than he had before. But

Tommy did not like it at all. All the people on the farm came and

looked at him, inside the box; and Johnnie Green never left him for

more than ten minutes all the rest of that day.



Tommy made up his mind that he would make a house of his own. And that

very night he dug a hole in Farmer Green's dooryard, where he could

crawl out of sight of everyone. Tommy liked that much better. No

matter how hard Johnnie Green pulled on the chain, he couldn't drag

Tommy out unless he wanted to come.



But after a few days Tommy began to get used to being a pet. He found

that it was not such a terrible thing, after all. He did miss the fine

runs he used to have; and the hunts; and he missed his mother, too. He

could hear her often, at night, calling to him from the fields. And

then Tommy would answer, and tug at his chain. But he couldn't get

away. And after a while he would go to sleep and dream pleasant

dreams, about catching crickets in the long grass.





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