TOMMY FOX LEARNS TO HUNT





Tommy Fox was hunting crickets in the field near his mother's house.

Being a young fox, not much more than half-grown, Tommy knew very

little of hunting. In fact, crickets were about the only thing he

could hunt and _catch_. Of course, any one can _hunt_. The hard part

of it is to _catch_ what you are hunting.



Tommy was glad that he knew how to capture crickets, for he was very

fond of them. To be sure, it took a great many crickets to satisfy his

hunger. But they were good when he wanted a light lunch; and there was

fun, too, in hunting them.



This is the way Tommy Fox caught crickets. He would stand very still

in the tall grass and watch sharply. Wherever he saw the grass moving,

Tommy would pounce upon that spot, bringing his two front paws down

tight against the ground. And in the bunch of grass that lay beneath

his paws Tommy almost always found a fat cricket.



There was just one drawback about that kind of hunting. He could catch

crickets only upon still days, when there was no wind; because when

the wind blew, the grass waved everywhere, and Tommy couldn't tell

whether it was crickets or whether it was wind that made the grass

move.



Well, upon this very day when Tommy Fox was amusing himself, and

swallowing crickets as fast as he could grab them, his mother came out

of her house and watched him for a little while. Tommy was feeling

quite proud of his skill.



"I can hunt--can't I, Mother?" he exclaimed. "Watch me! I get them

almost every time!" he boasted.



Mrs. Fox did not answer. She was thinking deeply. She knew that there

were a great many things she must teach her son, because he was

growing up; and some day he would be leaving home to go out into the

world and take care of himself. And Mrs. Fox knew that Tommy would

have to learn to catch bigger things than crickets in order to keep

from starving.



Pretty soon Mrs. Fox started across the field. She was gone rather a

long time. But she came back at last, carrying something that squirmed

and twisted and wriggled. Whatever it was that Mrs. Fox was bringing

home, it was furry, and quite big and heavy. When Tommy saw it he

stopped hunting crickets at once. He knew what his mother had. It was

a woodchuck!



"Hurrah!" he shouted. "I'm hungry! May I eat all of him I want?" You

might think that he had swallowed so many crickets that he wouldn't

want anything more to eat just then. But to tell the truth, it was

very seldom that Tommy Fox wasn't hungry as a bear.



"Not so fast!" Mrs. Fox said. "I'm going to teach you to hunt. And

you're to begin with this woodchuck. Now I'm going to let him go, and

you must catch him." So Mrs. Fox let the woodchuck slip away; and off

he scampered, with Tommy after him. Mrs. Fox followed close behind.

And soon she saw Tommy give a great spring and land right on top of

the woodchuck.



Tommy was greatly excited. But he was hungry, too, "May I eat him

now?" he asked.



"No! Let him go again," his mother commanded. "And see if you can

catch him more quickly next time."



Tommy obeyed. And though he overtook the woodchuck sooner, he was not

so careful to avoid the 'chuck's sharp teeth, and he got a savage nip

right on his nose.



Tommy was surprised. He was so surprised that he dropped the

woodchuck. And you may believe that Mr. Woodchuck lost no time. He

scurried away as fast as his legs would carry him.



Tommy began to whimper. His nose hurt; and he thought he had lost his

dinner, too.



But Mrs. Fox bounded after Mr. Woodchuck and brought him back again.

She made Tommy stop crying. And he had to begin his lesson all over

again.



When Mrs. Fox thought that Tommy had learned enough for that day they

both sat down and made a meal of that unfortunate Mr. Woodchuck. And

Tommy felt that he had already become a mighty hunter. He hadn't the

least doubt that he could go into the woods and catch almost anything

he saw.



We shall see later whether Tommy Fox knew as much as he thought he

did.





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