you cannot tell from a single feather what a bird looks like, nor from a lone hair how big a dog is.
bowser the hound.
straight away towards the farm where bowser the hound was flew blacky the crow. every few minutes he would caw encouragement to reddy fox, who, as you know, was following, but who of course could not travel as fast as did blacky. in between times blacky would chuckle to himself. he was mightily pleased with himself, was blacky.
in the first place his plan was working beautifully. you know what he was after was to get reddy fox over to that farm where bowser was. he hoped that if reddy should catch one of those fat hens, the farmer would put bowser on reddy's trail. he knew that reddy would probably return straight home, and bowser, following reddy's trail, would thus find his way back home to farmer brown's. of course, it all depended on whether reddy would catch one of those fat hens and whether bowser would be allowed to hunt him. blacky had a plan for making sure that if reddy did get one of those hens the folks in the farmhouse would know it.
but what tickled blacky most the knowledge that reddy fox thought he was fooling blacky. you remember that reddy had pretended to be very weak. blacky knew that reddy was nothing of the kind. at the very first opportunity blacky stopped in the top of a tall tree as if to rest. his real reason for stopping was to have a chance to look back. you see, while he was flying he couldn't look behind him.
presently, just as he expected, he saw in the distance a little red speck, and that little red speck was moving very fast indeed. there was nothing weak or feeble in the way that red speck was coming across the snow-covered fields. blacky chuckled hoarsely.
nearer and nearer came the red speck, and of course the nearer it came the larger it grew. presently it stopped moving fast. it began to move slowly and stop every once in a while, as if to rest. blacky laughed right out. he knew then that reddy fox had discovered him sitting in the top of that tall tree and was once more pretending. it was a sort of a game, a game that blacky thoroughly enjoyed.
as soon as he knew that reddy had discovered him, he once more spread his black wings and started on. the same thing happened over again. in fact, blacky did not fly far this time before once more waiting. it was great fun to see reddy suddenly pretend that he was too weak to run. it was such fun that blacky quite forgot that he had had no breakfast.
yes, blacky the crow was very much pleased with himself. it looked very much as if he would succeed in helping bowser the hound. this pleased him. but it pleased him still more to know that he was fooling clever reddy fox while reddy thought he was the one who was doing the fooling.
