TOMMY FOX IN TROUBLE
: The Tale Of Tommy Fox
A few days after Tommy Fox caught old Mr. Woodchuck, something
happened that set him thinking. Perhaps I should say _"a few nights"_
instead of _"days."_ For one night his mother came home with a fat hen
slung across her shoulders. She had been down to Farmer Green's hen-
house, right in the middle of the night, when Farmer Green and his
family were asleep; and she had snatched one of the sleeping hens off
the roost an
stolen away with it without waking anybody.
Only a very wise old fox could do that. "You mustn't go near Farmer
Green's hen-house," Mrs. Fox said to Tommy, as they picked the bones
of the fat hen together. "You are not old enough to get one of Farmer
You notice that Mrs. Fox didn't speak of _"stealing"_ a hen. She
called it "getting" one. For foxes believe that it is only fair to
take a farmer's hen now and then, in return for killing field-mice and
woodchucks, which eat the farmer's grain. But the farmer never stops
to think of that. He only thinks of the hens that he loses.
Tommy Fox never said a word while his mother was talking to him. He
was very busy, eating. But that was not the only reason why he kept
still. He heard his mother's warning, but he thought she was silly. He
really believed that he was quite old enough and quite big enough and
quite wise enough to go down to Farmer Green's and get a hen himself.
After catching old Mr. Woodchuck Tommy felt that he was able to do
about everything his mother could do. And he made up his mind right
then and there that he would show her. He would pay a visit to the
hen-house that very night.
Tommy Fox could not wait for night to come. In fact, he could wait
only until the close of day--he was in such a hurry to capture a hen.
The sun had scarcely sunk out of sight in the west and the sky was
still red, when he crept slyly up to Farmer Green's hen-house.
Tommy had heard that Farmer Green went to bed very early, after
working hard in the fields each day. And since he saw nobody stirring
about the place he thought that everyone was asleep.
The hens were asleep. There was no doubt of that. Peeping inside their
little house, Tommy could see them roosting in rows. And he lost no
time in squeezing through one of the small doors. He felt a bit timid,
once he was inside. And for a moment he almost wished that he hadn't
come. But he was determined to take a hen home with him; so he reached
up and grabbed the very first hen he came to, on the lowest perch of
It was a big, old, white hen that Tommy Fox seized. She awoke the
moment he touched her, and began to squall. And to Tommy's alarm, all
the rest of the hens heard her and began to cackle loudly. The noise
was deafening. And Tommy made a dash for the little door, with old
Mrs. White Hen in his mouth. She was flapping her wings and kicking as
hard as she could. And Tommy was dismayed to find that he could not
get her through the narrow door. Every time he tried to push through,
one of Mrs. White Hen's legs, or a wing, or her head, struck against
the edge of the doorway.
Then a dog barked. And Tommy heard something running around the
chicken-house. He just knew that it was a man. And he dropped the old
hen in a hurry and slipped through the door.
He was just in time. He heard a man shout, "After him, Spot!" And
giving one frightened glance over his shoulder, Tommy saw that Farmer
Green's dog was close behind him.