CHAPTER I. GRANNY FOX GIVES READY A SCARE Ready Fox lived with Granny Fox.  Granny Fox was the wisest, slyest, smartest Fox in all the country round, and now that Ready had grown so big, she thought at about time that he began to learn the things that every Fox should know. So every day she took him hunting with her and taught him all the things that she had learned about hunting—about how to steal Farmer Brown's chickens without awakening Bowser the Hound, and all about the thousand and one ways of fooling a dog that she had learned. This morning Granny Fox had taken Ready across the green meadows, up through the green forest, and over to the railroad track. Ready had never been there before and he didn't know just what to make of it. Granny trotted ahead until they came to a long bridge. Then she stopped. "'Come here, Ready, and look down,' she commanded. Ready did as he was told, but a glance down made him giddy—so giddy that he nearly fell.' Granny Fox grinned. "'Come across,' said she, and ran lightly across to the other side. But Ready Fox was afraid. Yes, sir, he was afraid to take one step on the long bridge. He was afraid that he would fall through into the water or onto the cruel rocks below. Granny Fox ran back to where Ready sat. "'For shame, Ready Fox,' said she. "'What are you afraid of? Just don't look down, and you will be safe enough. Now come along over with me.' But Ready Fox hung back and begged to go home and whimpered. Suddenly Granny Fox sprang to her feet as if in great fright. "'Bowser the Hound, come, Ready, come,' she cried, and started across the bridge as fast as she could go. She didn't stop to look or to think. His one idea was to get away from Bowser the Hound. "'Wait, Granny, wait,' he cried, and started after her as fast as he could run. He was in the middle of the bridge before he remembered it at all. When he was at last safely across, it was to find old Granny Fox sitting down, laughing at him. Then for the first time, Ready looked behind him to see where Bowser the Hound might be. He was nowhere to be seen. Could he have fallen off the bridge?' "'Where is Bowser the Hound?' cried Ready. "'Home in Farmer Brown's doryard,' replied Granny Fox dryly. Ready stared at her for a minute. Then he began to understand that Granny Fox had simply scared him into running across the bridge. He felt very cheap, very cheap indeed. "'Now we'll run back again,' said Granny Fox, and this time Ready did. End of Chapter 1. CHAPTER 2. Granny Shows Ready a Trick. Every day Granny Fox led Ready Fox over to the long railroad bridge, and made him run back and forth across it until he had no fear of it whatever. At first it had made him dizzy, but now he could run across at the top of his speed and not mind it in the least. I don't see what good it does to be able to run across a bridge. Anyone can do that,' exclaimed Ready one day. Granny Fox smiled. "'Do you remember the first time you tried to do it?' she asked. Ready hung his head. Of course he remembered. Remembered that Granny had had to scare him into crossing that first time.' Suddenly Granny Fox lifted her head. "'Huck!' she exclaimed. Ready pricked up his sharp pointed ears. Way off back, in the direction from which they had come, they heard the bang of a dog. It wasn't the voice of Bowser the Hound, but of a younger dog. Granny listened for a few minutes. The voice of the dog grew louder as it drew nearer. "'He certainly is following our track,' said Granny Fox. "'Now, Ready, you run across the bridge and watch from the top of the little hill over there. Perhaps I can show you a trick that will teach you why I have made you learn to run across the bridge.' Ready trotted across the long bridge and up to the top of the hill, as Granny had told him to. Then he sat down to watch. Ready trotted out in the middle of a field and sat down. Pretty soon a young hound broke out of the bushes, his nose in Granny's track. Then he looked up and saw her, and his voice grew still more savage and eager. Granny Fox started to run as soon as she was sure that the hound had seen her. But she did not run very fast. Ready did not know what to make of it, for Granny seemed simply to be playing with the hound and not really trying to get away from him at all. Pretty soon Ready heard another sound. It was a long, low, rumble. Then there was a distant whistle. It was a train. Granny heard it too. As she ran she began to work back toward the long bridge. The train was in sight now. Suddenly Granny Fox started across the bridge so fast that she looked like a little red streak. The dog was close at her heels when she started, and he was so eager to catch her that he didn't see either the bridge or the train. But he couldn't begin to run as fast as Granny Fox. Oh, my no! When she had reached the other side he wasn't halfway across, and right behind him whistling for him to get out of the way was the train. The hound gave one frightened yelp, and then he did the only thing he could do. He leaped down, down into the swift water below, and the last Ready saw of him he was frantically trying to swim ashore. Now you know why I wanted you to learn to cross a bridge. It's a very nice way of getting rid of dogs," said Granny Fox, as she climbed up beside Ready. CHAPTER III Bowser the hound isn't fooled. Ready Fox had been taught so much by Granny Fox that he began to feel very wise and very important. Ready is naturally smart, and he had been very quick to learn the tricks that old Granny Fox had taught him. But Ready Fox is a boaster. Every day he swaggered about on the green meadows, and bragged how smart he was. Blackie the crow grew tired of Ready's boasting. If you're so smart, what is the reason you always keep out of sight of Bowser the hound? Asked Blackie. For my part I don't believe that you are smart enough to fool him. A lot of little meadow people heard Blackie say this, and Ready knew it. He also knew that if he didn't prove Blackie in the wrong, he would be laughed at forever after. Suddenly he remembered the trick that Granny Fox had played on the young hound at the railroad bridge. Why not play the same trick on Bowser and invite Blackie the crow to see him do it? He would. If you will be over at the railroad bridge when the train comes this afternoon, I'll show you how easy it is to fool Bowser the hound, said Ready. Blackie agreed to be there, and Ready started off to find out where Bowser was. Blackie told everyone he met how Ready Fox had promised to fool Bowser the hound, and every time he told it he chuckled as if he thought it was the best joke ever. Blackie the crow was on hand promptly that afternoon, and with him came his cousin, Sammy J. Presently they saw Ready Fox hurrying across the fields, and behind him in full cry came Bowser the hound. Just as old Granny Fox had done with the young hound, Ready allowed Bowser to get very near him, and then, as the train came roaring along, he raced across the long bridge just ahead of it. He had thought that Bowser would be so intent on catching him that he would not notice the train until he was on the bridge, and it was too late, as had been the case with the young hound. Then Bowser would have to jump down into the swift river or be run over. As soon as Ready was across the bridge, he jumped off the track and turned to see what would happen to Bowser the hound. The train was half way across the bridge, but Bowser was nowhere to be seen. He must have jumped already. Ready sat down and grinned in the most self-satisfied way.  When he opened them again, he looked right into the wide-open mouth of Bowser the hound, who was not ten feet away. Did you think you could fool me with that old trick? Ready didn't stop to make reply. He just started off at the top of his speed, a badly frightened little fox. You see, Bowser the hound knew all about that trick, and he had just waited until the train had passed, and then had run across the bridge right behind it. And, as Ready Fox, out of breath and tired, ran to seek the aid of Granny Fox in getting rid of Bowser the hound, he heard a sound that made him grind his teeth. Ha ha ha! How smart we are! It was Blacky the crow. End of Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Ready Fox Grows Bold Ready Fox was growing bold. Everybody said so, and what everybody says must be so. Ready Fox had always been very sly, and not bold at all. The truth is, Ready Fox had so many times fooled Bowser the hound and Farmer Brown's boy, that he had begun to think himself very smart indeed. He had really fooled himself. Yes, sir, Ready Fox had fooled himself. He thought himself so smart that nobody could fool him. Now, it is one of the worst habits in the world to think too much of oneself. And Ready Fox had the habit. Oh, my yes! Ready Fox certainly did have the habit. When anyone mentioned Bowser the hound, Ready would turn up his nose and say, Poo! It's the easiest thing in the world to fool him! You see, he had forgotten all about the time Bowser had fooled him at the railroad bridge. When Ready saw Farmer Brown's boy, he would say with the greatest scorn, Who's afraid of him? Not I! So as Ready Fox thought more and more about his own smartness, he grew bolder and bolder. Almost every night he visited Farmer Brown's henyard. Farmer Brown set traps all around the yard, but Ready always found them and kept out of them. It got so that Uncle Billy Possum and Jimmy Skunk didn't dare go to the henhouse for eggs any more for fear that they would get into one of the traps set for Ready Fox. Of course, they missed those fresh eggs, and of course, they blamed Ready Fox. Never mind, said Jimmy Skunk, scowling down on the green meadows where Ready Fox was taking a sunbath. Farmer Brown's boy will get him yet. I hope he does. Jimmy said this a little spitefully and just as if he really meant it. Now when people think that they are very, very smart, they like to show off. You know it isn't any fun at all to feel smart, unless others can see how smart you are. So Ready Fox, just to show off, grew very bold. Very bold indeed. He actually went up to Farmer Brown's henyard in broad daylight, and almost under the nose of Bowser the Hound, he caught the pet chicken of Farmer Brown's boy. Oh, Mr. Buzzard, sailing overhead high up in the blue-blue sky, saw Ready Fox and shook his bald head. I see trouble on the way. Yes, I do. Yes, I do. Hope it ain't a guine to stay. Yes, I do. Yes, I do. Trouble am a spryle, man, bound to find you if he can. If he finds you bound to stick, when I see some eye-runs quick. Yes, I do. Yes, I do. But Ready Fox thought himself so smart that it seemed as if he really were hunting for old Mr. Trouble. And when he caught the pet chicken of Farmer Brown's boy, old Mr. Trouble was right at his heels. End of Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Ready Grows Careless Oh, Mr. Buzzard was right. Trouble was right at the heels of Ready Fox, although Ready wouldn't have believed it if he had been told. He had stolen that plump pet chicken of Farmer Brown's boy for no reason under the sun, but to show off. He wanted everyone to know how bold he was. He thought himself so smart that he could do just exactly what he pleased and no one could stop him. He liked to strut around through the green forest and over the green meadows and brag about what he had done and what he could do. Now, people who brag and boast and who like to show off are almost sure to come to grief. And when they do, very few people are sorry for them. One of the little meadow and forest people liked Ready Fox, anyway, and they were getting so tired of his boasting that they just ached to see him get into trouble. Yes, sir, they just ached to see Ready get into trouble.  Ready Fox is getting so puffed up that pretty soon he won't be able to see his own feet, said Peter Rabbit. When, what if he doesn't? demanded Jimmy Skunk. Peter looked at Jimmy and discussed. He comes to grief however fleet who doesn't watch his flying feet. Jimmy Skunk, if you didn't have that little bag ascent that everybody is afraid of, you would be a lot more careful where you step, replied Peter. If Ready doesn't watch out, some day he'll step right into a trap. Jimmy Skunk chuckled. He-he, any wish he would, said he. Now when Farmer Brown's boy heard about the boldness of Ready Fox, he shut his mouth tight in a way that was unpleasant to see and reached for his gun. I can't afford to raise chickens to feed foxes, said he. Then he whistled for bows with a hound, and together they started out. It wasn't long before Bowser found Reddy's tracks. Bo-wo-wo-wo-wo! roared Bowser the hound. Ready Fox, taking a nap on the edge of the green forest, heard Bowser's big deep voice. He pricked up his ears. Then he grinned. I feel just like a good run to-day! said he, and he trotted off along the crooked little path down the hill. Now this was a beautiful summer day, and Ready knew that in summer men and boys seldom hunt foxes. It's only Bowser the hound, thought Ready, and when I've had a good run I'll play a trick on him so that he will lose my track. So Ready didn't use his eyes as he should have done.  Yes, sir, Ready Fox had grown careless. He kept looking back to see where Bowser the hound was, but didn't look around to make sure that no other danger was near. Old Mr. Buzzard, sailing round and round way up in the blue-blue sky, could see everything going on down below. He could see Ready Fox running along the edge of the green forest, and every few minutes stopping to chuckle and listen to Bowser the hound trying to pick out the trail Ready had made so hard to follow by his twists and turns. And he saw something else, did Old Mr. Buzzard. It looked to him very much like the barrel of a gun sticking out from behind an old tree just ahead of Ready. I reckon it's just like I said. Ready Fox is going to meet trouble right smart soon! muttered Old Mr. Buzzard. of Chapter 5 and and of Section 1. Recording by John Leader Bloomington, Illinois. Section 2 of The Adventures of Ready Fox. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by John Leader. The Adventures of Ready Fox by Thornton W. Burgess. Chapter 6. Drummer the Woodpecker Drums in Vane. Once upon a time, before he had grown to think himself so very, very smart, Ready Fox would never, never have thought of running without watching out in every direction. He would have seen that thing that looked like the barrel of a gun sticking out from behind the old tree toward which he was running, and he would have been very suspicious, very suspicious indeed. But now all Ready could think of was what a splendid chance he had to show all the little meadow and forest people what a bold, smart fellow he was. So once more Ready sat down and waited until Bowser the Hound was almost up to him. Just then, Drummer the Woodpecker began to make a tremendous noise. Rat-a-tat-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat-tat. Now everybody who heard that rat-a-tat-tat-tat knew that it was a danger signal. Drummer the Woodpecker never drums just that way for pleasure, but Ready Fox paid no attention to it. He didn't notice it at all. You see, he was so full of the idea of his own smartness that he didn't have room for anything else. Stupid thing! said Drummer the Woodpecker to himself. I don't know what I'm trying to warn him for anyway. The green meadows and the green forest would be better off without him. A lot better off. Nobody likes him. He's a dreadful blend as all the time trying to catch or scare to death those who are smaller than he. Still, he is so handsome. Drummer cocked his head on one side and looked over at Ready Fox. Ready was laughing to see how hard Bowser the Hound was working to untangle Ready's mixed-up trail. Yes, sir, he certainly is handsome. Said Drummer once more. Then he looked down at the foot of the old tree on which he was sitting, and what he saw caused Drummer to make up his mind. I surely would miss seeing that beautiful red coat of his. I surely would, he muttered. If he doesn't hear and heed now, it won't be my fault. Then Drummer the Woodpecker began such a furious rat-a-tat-tat on the trunk of the old tree that it rang through the green forest and out across the green meadows almost to the purple hills. Down at the foot of the tree a freckled face on which there was a black scowl looked up. It was the face of Farmer Brown's boy. What hails that pesky Woodpecker? he muttered. If he doesn't keep still, he'll scare that fox. He shook a fist at Drummer, but Drummer didn't appear to notice. He kept right on. Rat-a-tat-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat-tat. End of Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Too late, Ready Fox hears. Drummer the Woodpecker was pounding out his danger signal so fast and so hard that his red head flew back and forth almost too fast to see. Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat beat Drummer on the old tree-trunk on the edge of the green forest. When he stopped for breath he looked down into the scowling face of Farmer Brown's boy, who was hiding behind the old tree-trunk. Drummer didn't like the looks of that scowl, not a bit, and he didn't like the looks of the gun which Farmer Brown's boy had. He knew that Farmer Brown's boy was hiding there to shoot Ready Fox, but Drummer was beginning to be afraid that Farmer Brown's boy might guess what all that drumming meant, that it was a warning to Ready Fox, and if Farmer Brown's boy did guess that, why anyway, on the other side of the tree there was a better place to drum. So Drummer the Woodpecker crept around to the other side of the tree and in a minute was drumming harder than ever. After he stopped for breath he looked out over the green meadows to see if Ready Fox had heard his warning. But if Ready had heard, he hadn't heeded. Just to show off before all the little meadow and forest people, Ready had waited until Bowser the Hound had almost reached him. Then, with a saucy flirt of his tail, Ready Fox started to show how fast he could run, and that is very fast indeed. It made Bowser the Hound seem very slow, as, with his nose to the ground, he came racing after Ready, making a tremendous noise with his great voice. Now, Ready Fox had grown as careless as he had grown bold. Instead of looking sharply ahead, he looked this way and that way to see who was watching and admiring him. So we took no note of where he was going, and started straight for the old tree-trunk on which drummer the woodpecker was pounding out his warning of danger. Now, Ready Fox has sharp eyes and very quick ears. My, my, indeed he has. But just now, Ready was as deaf as if he had cotton stuffed in his ears. He was chuckling to himself to think how he was going to fool Bowser the Hound and how smart everyone would think him, when, all of a sudden, he heard the rat-a-tat, tat-a-tat-tat of drummer the woodpecker, and knew that that meant danger. For just a wee little second it seemed to Ready Fox that his heart stopped beating. He couldn't stop running, for he had let Bowser the Hound get too close for that. Ready sharp eyes saw drummer the woodpecker near the top of the old tree-trunk, and noticed that drummer seemed to be looking at something down below. Ready Fox gave one quick look at the foot of the old tree-trunk and saw a gun pointed at him and behind the gun the freckled face of farmer Brown's boy. Ready Fox gave a little gasp of fright and turned so suddenly that he almost fell flat. Then he began to run as never in his life had he run before. It seemed as though his flying feet hardly touched the grass. His eyes were popping out with fright as with every jump he tried to run just a wee bit faster. Bang! Bang! Two flashes of fire and two puffs of smoke darted from behind the old tree-trunk. Drummer the woodpecker gave a fright and scream and flew deep into the green forest. Peter Rabbit flattened himself under a friendly bramble-bush. Johnny Chuck dived head-first down his doorway. Ready Fox gave a yelp, a shrill little yelp of pain, and suddenly began to go lame. But farmer Brown's boy didn't know that. He thought he had missed and he growled to himself. I'll get that fox yet for stealing my pet chicken. End of Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Granny Fox Takes Care of Ready Ready Fox was so sore and lame that he could hardly hobble. He had had the hardest kind of work to get far enough ahead of Bowser the Hound to mix his trail up so that Bowser couldn't follow it. Then he had limped home, big tears running down his nose, although he tried hard not to cry. Oh! Oh! Oh! boned Ready Fox as he crept in at the doorway of his home. What's the matter now? snapped old Granny Fox who had just waked up from a sun-nap. I—I've got hurt! said Ready Fox, and he began to cry harder. Granny Fox looked at Ready sharply. What have you been doing now, tearing your clothes on a barbed wire fence or trying to crawl through a bulb-riar thicket? I should think you were big enough by this time to look out for yourself! said Granny Fox crossly as she came over to look at Ready's hurts. Oh! Please don't scold!  Granny Fox took one look at Ready's wounds and knew right away what had happened. She made Ready stretch himself out at full length, and then she went to work on him, washing his wounds with the greatest care and binding them up. She was very gentle, was old Granny Fox, as she touched the sore places, but all the time she was at work her tongue flew, and that wasn't gentle at all. Oh! my no! there was nothing gentle about that. You see, old Granny Fox is wise and very, very sharp and shrewd. Just as soon as she saw Ready's hurts she knew that they were made by shot from a gun, and that meant that Ready Fox had been careless, or he never, never would have been where he was in danger of being shot. I hope this will teach you a lesson! said Granny Fox. What are your eyes and your ears and your nose for, to keep you out of just such trouble as this? A little fox must use his eyes, or get some day a bad surprise. A little fox must use his ears, and know what makes each sound he hears. A little fox must use his nose, and try the wind where ere he goes. A little fox must use all three to live to grow as old as me. Now, tell me all about it, Ready Fox. This is summer and men don't hunt foxes now. I don't see how it happens that Farmer Brown's boy was waiting for you with a gun. So Ready Fox told Granny Fox all about how he had run too near the old tree-trunk behind which Farmer Brown's boy had been hiding. But Ready didn't tell how he had been trying to show off, or how in broad daylight he had stolen the pet chicken of Farmer Brown's boy. You may be sure he was very careful not to mention that. And so old Granny Fox puckered up her brows and thought and thought, trying to find some good reason why Farmer Brown's boy should have been hunting in the summer time. Gah! shouted Blacky the Crow. The face of Granny Fox cleared. Blacky the Crow has been stealing, and Farmer Brown's boy was out after him when Ready came along. Said Granny Fox, talking out loud to herself. Ready Fox drew very red in the face, but he never said a word. End of Chapter 8. Chapter 9 Peter Rabbit hears the news. Johnny Chuck came running up to the edge of the old briar patch quite out of breath.  Johnny Chuck's eyes danced with excitement as he peered into the old briar patch trying to see Peter Rabbit. Peter! Peter Rabbit! Oh, Peter! he called. No one answered. Johnny Chuck looked disappointed. It was the middle of the morning, and he had thought that Peter would surely be at home then. He would try once more. Oh, you! Peter Rabbit! he shouted in such a high-pitched voice that it was almost a squeal. What you want? asked a sleepy voice from the middle of the old briar patch. Johnny Chuck's face lighted up. Come out here, Peter, when I can look at you! cried Johnny.  I've got some news for you, Peter! called Johnny Chuck eagerly. How do you know it's news to me? asked Peter, and Johnny noticed that his voice wasn't quite so cross. I'm almost sure it is, for I've just heard it myself, and I've hurried right down here to tell you because I think you'll want to know it, replied Johnny Chuck. Oh, poo! said Peter Rabbit. It's probably as old as the heels to me. You folks who go to bed with the sun don't hear the news until it's old. What is it? It's about Reddy Fox, began Johnny Chuck, but Peter interrupted him.  Jeered Peter Rabbit. That's no news, and here you've waked me up to tell me something I knew before you went to bed last night. It serves Reddy Fox right. Hope he'll be lame for a week, added Peter Rabbit. He can't walk at all! cried Johnny Chuck in triumph, sure now that Peter Rabbit hadn't heard the news. What's that? demanded Peter, and Johnny Chuck could hear him begin to hop along one of his little private pals in the heart of the old Briar Patch. He knew now that Peter Rabbit's curiosity was roused, and he smiled to himself. In a few minutes Peter thrust a sleepy-looking face out from the old Briar Patch and grinned rather sheepishly. What was that you were saying about Reddy Fox? He asked again. I've got a good mind not to tell you, Mr. Know-it-all. exclaimed Johnny Chuck. Oh, please, Johnny Chuck! pleaded Peter Rabbit. Suddenly Johnny gave in. I said that Reddy Fox can't walk. Aren't you glad, Peter? How do you know? asked Peter, for Peter was very suspicious of Reddy Fox, and has to watch out for his tricks all the time. Jimmy Skunk told me he was up by Reddy's house early this morning, and saw Reddy try to walk. He tried and tried and couldn't. You won't have to watch out for Reddy Fox for some time, Peter. I'm right, doesn't it? Let's go up and see if it really is true," said Peter suddenly. All right," said Johnny Chuck, and off they started. End of Chapter 9 and end of Section 2. Recording by John Leader Bloomington, Illinois. Section 3 of The Adventures of Reddy Fox. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by John Leader. The Adventures of Reddy Fox by Thornton W. Burgess. Chapter 10 Poor Reddy Fox. Peter Rabbit and Johnny Chuck stole up the hill toward the home of Reddy Fox. As they drew near, they crept from one bunch of grass to another, and from bush to bush, stopping behind each to look and listen. They were not taking any chances. Johnny Chuck was not much afraid of Reddy Fox, for he had whipped him once, but he was afraid of old Granny Fox. Peter Rabbit was afraid of both. The nearer he got to the home of Reddy Fox, the more anxious and nervous he grew. You see, Reddy Fox had played so many tricks to try and catch Peter that Peter was not quite sure that this was not another trick. So he kept a sharp watch in every direction. Ready to run at the least sign of danger. When they had tiptoed and crawled to a point where they could see the doorstep of the fox home, Peter Rabbit and Johnny Chuck laid down in a clump of bushes and watched. Pretty soon they saw old Granny Fox come out. She sniffed the wind, and then she started off at a quick run down the lone little path. Johnny Chuck gave a sigh of relief. For he wasn't afraid of Reddy, and now he felt safe. But Peter Rabbit was just as watchful as ever. I've got to see Reddy for myself before I'll go a step nearer. He whispered. Just then Johnny Chuck put a hand on his lips and pointed with the other hand. There was Reddy Fox crawling out of his doorway into the sun. Peter Rabbit leaned forward to see better. Was Reddy Fox really so badly hurt, or was he only pretending? Reddy Fox crawled painfully out onto his doorstep. He tried to stand and walk, but he couldn't because he was too stiff and sore. So he just crawled. He didn't know that anyone was watching him, and with every movement he made a face. That was because it hurt so. Peter Rabbit, watching from the clump of bushes, knew then that Reddy was not pretending. He knew that he had nothing, not the least little thing to fear from Reddy Fox. So Peter gave a whoop of joy and sprang out into view. Reddy looked up and tried to grin, but made a face of pain instead. You see, it hurts so to move. Now I suppose you were tickled to death this seemy like this. He growled to Peter Rabbit. Now Peter had every reason to be glad, for Reddy Fox had tried his best to catch Peter Rabbit to give to old Granny Fox for her dinner, and time and again Peter had just barely escaped. So at first Peter Rabbit had whooped with joy. But as he saw how very helpless Reddy really was, and how much pain he felt, suddenly Peter Rabbit's big, soft eyes filled with tears of pity. He forgot all about the threats of Reddy Fox and how Reddy had tried to trick him. He forgot all about how mean Reddy had been. Poor Reddy Fox! said Peter Rabbit. Poor Reddy Fox! End of chapter 10. CHAPTER 11. GRANNY FOX RETURNS Up over the hill trotted old Granny Fox. She was on her way home with a tender young chicken for Reddy Fox. Poor Reddy! Of course it was his own fault, for he had been showing off and he had been careless, or he never would have gone so near to the old tree-tronk behind which Farmer Brown's boy was hiding. But old Granny Fox didn't know this. She never makes such mistakes herself, oh my no! So now, as she came up over the hill to a place where she could see her home, she laid the chicken down and then she crept behind a little bush, and looked all over the green meadows to see if the way was clear. She knew that Bowser the Hound was chained up. She had seen Farmer Brown and Farmer Brown's boy hoeing in the cornfield, so she had nothing to fear from them. Looking over to her doorstep she saw Reddy Fox lying in the sun, and then she saw something else. Something that made her eyes flash and her teeth come together with a snap. It was Peter Rabbit sitting up very straight, not ten feet from Reddy Fox. So that's that young scamp of a Peter Rabbit whom Reddy was going to catch for me when I was sick and couldn't. Well, I'll just show Reddy Fox how easily it can be done, that he shall have tender young Rabbit with his chicken," said Granny Fox to herself. So first she studied and studied every clump of grass and every bush behind which she could creep. She saw that she could get almost to where Peter Rabbit was sitting, and never once show herself to him. Then she looked this way and looked that way to make sure that no one was watching her. No one did she see on the green meadows who was looking her way. Then Granny Fox began to crawl from one clump of grass to another and from bush to bush. Sometimes she wriggled along flat on her stomach. Little by little she was drawing nearer and nearer to Peter Rabbit.  Yes, sir, she had forgotten one thing. Never once had she thought to look up in the sky, and there was Ole Mr. Buzzard sailing round and round and looking down and seeing all that was going on below. Ole Mr. Buzzard is sharp. He knew just what old Granny Fox was planning to do, knew it as well as if he had read her thoughts. His eyes twinkled. I suddenly can't allow little Brie Rabbit to be hurt. I suddenly can't. But it Ole Mr. Buzzard and chuckled. Then he slanted his broad wings downward and without a sound slid down out of the sky till he was right behind Granny Fox. Do you always crawl home, Granny Fox? Asked Ole Mr. Buzzard. Granny Fox was so startled, for she hadn't heard a sound, that she jumped almost out of her skin. Of course, Peter Rabbit saw her then and was off like a shot. Granny Fox showed all her teeth. I wish you would mind your own business, Mr. Buzzard, she snarled. Suddenly, suddenly, I surely will. Replied Ole Mr. Buzzard and sailed up into the blue-blue sky. End of Chapter 11 Chapter 12 The Lost Chicken When old Granny Fox had laid down the chicken she was bringing home to Ready Fox to try to catch Peter Rabbit, she had meant to go right back and get it as soon as she had caught Peter. Now she saw Peter going across the green meadows, lippity lippity lipp, as fast as he could go. She was so angry that she hopped up and down. She tore up the grass and ground her long white teeth. She glared up at Ole Mr. Buzzard, who had warned Peter Rabbit, but all she could do was to scold, and that didn't do her much good. For in a few minutes Ole Mr. Buzzard was so far up in the blue-blue sky, that he couldn't hear a word she was saying. My, my, but Ole Granny Fox certainly was angry. If she hadn't been so angry, she might have seen Johnny Chuck lying as flat as he could make himself behind a big clump of grass. Johnny Chuck was scared. Yes, indeed, Johnny Chuck was dreadfully scared. He had fought Ready Fox and whipped him, but he knew that old Granny Fox would be too much for him. So it was with great relief that Johnny Chuck saw her stop tearing up the grass and trot over to see how Ready Fox was getting along. Then Johnny Chuck crept along until he was far enough away to run, how he did run. He was so fat and roly-poly that he was all out of breath when he reached home, and so tired that he just dropped down on his doorstep and panted. It serves me right for having so much curiosity, said Johnny Chuck to himself. Ready Fox looked up as old Granny Fox came hurring home. He was weak and very, very hungry.  Did you bring me something nice, Granny? Asked Ready Fox. Now old Granny Fox had been so put out by the scare she had had and by her failure to catch Peter Rabbit that she had forgotten all about the chickens she had left up on the hill. When Ready spoke she remembered it, and the thought of having to go way back after it didn't improve her temper a bit. No, she snapped. I haven't. You don't deserve any breakfast anyway. If you had any gumption—that's the word Granny Fox used—gumption, if you had any gumption at all you wouldn't have gotten into trouble and could get your own breakfast. Ready Fox didn't know what gumption meant, but he did know that he was very, very hungry, and to do what he would he couldn't keep back a couple of big tears of disappointment. Granny Fox saw them. Oh, there, there, ready, don't cry, I've got a fine-fetched chicken for you up on the hill, and I'll run back and get it," said Granny Fox. So off she started up the hill to the place where she had left the chicken, when she started to try to catch Peter Rabbit. When she got there, there wasn't any chicken. No, sir, there was no chicken at all, just a few feathers. Granny Fox could hardly believe her own eyes. She looked this way and she looked that way, but there was no chicken. Just a few feathers. Just Granny Fox flew into a greater rage than before. End of Chapter 12. Chapter 13. Granny Fox calls Jimmy Skunk names. Granny Fox couldn't believe her own eyes. No, sir, she couldn't believe her own eyes, and she grubbed them two or three times to make sure that she was seeing right. That chicken certainly had disappeared, and left no trace of where it had gone. It was very queer. Old Granny Fox sat down to think who would dare steal anything from her. Then she walked in a big circle with her nose to the ground, sniffing and sniffing. What was she doing that for? Why, to see if she could find the tracks of anyone who might have stolen her chicken. Aha! exclaimed Old Granny Fox, starting to run along the top of the hill, her nose to the ground. Aha! I'll catch him this time! In a few minutes she began to run more slowly, and every two or three steps she would look ahead. Suddenly her eyes snapped, and she began to creep almost flat on her stomach, just as she had crept for Peter Rabbit. But it wasn't Peter Rabbit this time, it was... Who do you think? Jimmy Skunk. Yes, sir, it was Jimmy Skunk. He was slowly ambling along, for Jimmy Skunk never hurries. Every big stick or stone that he could move he would pull over or look under, for Jimmy Skunk was hunting for beetles. Old Granny Fox watched him. He must have a tremendous appetite to be hunting for beetles after eating my chicken, muttered she.  But all the time Old Granny Fox took the greatest care not to get too near to Jimmy Skunk. Where's my chicken? snarled Old Granny Fox, and she looked very, very fierce. Jimmy Skunk looked up as if very much surprised. Hello, Granny Fox, he exclaimed. Have you lost a chicken? You've stolen it!  Words can never make black-white. Before you speak, be sure you're right, said Jimmy Skunk. I'm not a thief. You are, cried Granny, working herself into a great rage. I'm not. You are! All the time Jimmy Skunk was chuckling to himself, and the more he'd chuckled the angrier grew Old Granny Fox, and all the time Jimmy Skunk kept moving toward Old Granny Fox, and Granny Fox kept backing away, for like all the other little meadow and forest people, she has very great respect for Jimmy Skunk's little bag of scent. Now backing off that way she couldn't see where she was going, and the first thing she knew she had backed into a bramble-bush. It tore her skirts and scratched her legs. Ooch! Cried Old Granny Fox. Ha, ha, ha! Left Jimmy Skunk. That's what you get for calling me names. End of Chapter 13. And end of Section 3. Recording by John Leader Bloomington, Illinois. Section 4 of The Adventures of Ready Fox. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by John Leader. The Adventures of Ready Fox by Thornton W. Burgess. Chapter 14. Granny Fox Finds What Became of the Chicken. Old Granny Fox was in a terrible temper. Dear, dear, it certainly was a dreadful temper. Jimmy Skunk laughed at her, and that made it worse. When he saw this, Jimmy Skunk just rolled over and over on the ground and shouted he was so tickled. Of course, it wasn't the least bit nice of Jimmy Skunk, but you know that Granny Fox had been calling Jimmy a thief. Then Jimmy doesn't like Granny Fox anyway, nor do any of the other little meadow-and-forest people. For most of them are very much afraid of her. When Old Granny Fox finally got out of the bramble-bush, she didn't stop to say anything more to Jimmy Skunk, but hurried away, muttering and grumbling and grinding her teeth. Old Granny Fox wasn't pleasant to meet just then, and when Bobby Coon saw her coming, he just thought it best to get out of her way, so he climbed a tree. It wasn't that Bobby Coon was afraid of Old Granny Fox, bless you know. Bobby Coon isn't a bit afraid of her.  Good morning, Granny Fox. I hope you were feeling well this morning, said Bobby Coon as Old Granny Fox came trotting under the tree he was sitting in. Granny Fox looked up and clared at him with yellow eyes. It isn't a good morning, and I'm not feeling fine. She snapped, My goodness, how you have torn your skirts, exclaimed Bobby Coon. Old Granny Fox started to say something unpleasant. Then she changed her mind, and instead she sat down and told Bobby Coon all her troubles. As she talked, Bobby Coon kept ducking his head behind a branch of a tree to hide a smile. Finally Granny Fox noticed it.  She asked suspiciously. I'm just looking to see if I can see any feathers from that chicken. Replied Bobby Coon gravely, though his eyes were twinkling with mischief. Well, do you? Demanded Old Granny Fox, and just then Bobby Coon did. They were not on the ground, however, but floating in the air. Bobby Coon leaned out to see where they came from, and Granny Fox turned to look too. What do you think they saw?  Thief! Thief! Rubber! Rubber! shrieked Old Granny Fox. But Mr. Goss Hawk said nothing. Just winked at Bobby Coon, puffed out his feathers, and settled himself for a comfortable nap. End of Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Ready Fox has a visitor. Hardly was Old Granny Fox out of sight on her way to hunt for the chicken she had left on the hill when Uncle Billy Possum came strolling along the lone little path. He was humming to himself, or he had just had a good breakfast. One of the merry little breezes spied him and hurried to meet him and tell him about how Ready Fox had been shot. Uncle Billy listened, and the grin with which he greeted the merry little breeze grew into a broad smile. Are you all sure about that? He asked. The merry little breeze was sure. Uncle Billy Possum stopped for a few minutes and considered. Serves that no count Ready Fox right, chuckled Uncle Billy. He'd unspoiled my hunting at Farmer Brown's. Here is such a fuss among the hens up there. It isn't safe to go up there any more. No suck, it isn't safe. And it won't be safe for a right smart wire. Did you say that Granny Fox is home? The merry little breeze hadn't said anything about Granny Fox, but now remembered that she had gone up the hill. I believe I will just tote my sympathy over to Ready Fox. He greeted Uncle Billy Possum as he started in the direction of Ready Fox's house, but he made sure that Old Granny Fox was not at home before he showed himself. Ready Fox lay on his doorstep.  Indeed, he was so stiff he couldn't walk at all. And he was weak, weak and hungry, dreadfully hungry. When he heard footsteps he thought Old Granny Fox was bringing him the chicken after which she had gone. He felt too ill even to turn his head. Did you get the chicken, Granny? He asked weakly. No one answered. I say, did you get the chicken, Granny? Ready's voice sounded a little sharp and cross as he asked this time. Still there was no reply and Ready began to be a little bit suspicious. He turned over and raised his head to look. Instead of Old Granny Fox, there was Uncle Billy Possum grinning at him. Smotty, smotty is a thief. Smotty, smotty came to grief, tried to show off just for fun, and ran too near a loaded gun. You certainly has got just what you deserve, and I'm glad of it. I'm glad of it, sir," said Uncle Billy Possum severely.  Uncle Billy Possum saw this. He saw how Ready was really suffering, and down deep in his heart Uncle Billy was truly sorry for him. But he didn't let Ready know it. No indeed. He just pretended to be tickled to death to see Ready Fox so helpless. He didn't dare stay long for fear of Granny Fox would return. So after saying a few more things to make Ready feel uncomfortable, Uncle Billy started off up the lone little path toward the green forest. Too bad. Too bad. He muttered to himself, "'If Old Granny Fox isn't smart enough to get ready enough to eat, I'll have to see what we alls can do. I certainly will." End of Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Uncle Billy Possum Visits the Smiling Pool Joe Otter and Billy Mink were sitting on the big rock in the smiling pool. Because they had nothing else to do, they were planning mischief. Jerry Musgrat was busy filling his new house with food for the winter. He was too busy to get into mischief. Suddenly Billy Mink put a finger on his lips as a warning to little Joe Otter to keep perfectly still. Billy's sharp eyes had seen something moving over in the bullrushes. Together he and little Joe Otter watched, ready to dive into the smiling pool at the first sign of danger. In a few minutes the rushes parted and a sharp little old face peered out. Little Joe Otter and Billy Mink, each side with relief and their eyes began to dance. "'Hi, young Billy Possum!' shouted Billy Mink.  "'Hi, yourself!' he shouted, for it really was, Uncle Billy Possum. "'What are you doing over here?' called little Joe Otter. "'Just looking around,' replied Uncle Billy Possum, his eyes twinkling. "'Have you heard about Ready Fox?' shouted Billy Mink. "'I'd done just come from his home,' replied Uncle Billy Possum. "'How is he?' asked little Joe Otter. "'Poly.   "'Serves him right,' exclaimed Billy Mink, who has never forgotten how Ready Fox fooled him and caught the most fish once upon a time. Uncle Billy nodded his head. "'You all right? You certainly all right. "'Yes, sir, I reckons you all right.' "'Was you ever hungry, Billy Mink? Real hungry?' asked Uncle Billy Possum. "'Billy Mink thought of the time when he went without his dinner because Mr. Nightharen had gobbled it up, when Billy had left it in a temper. He nodded his head. "'I was just wondering,' continued Uncle Billy Possum, "'how it would seem to be right smart, powerful, hungry, and not be able to hunt for anything to eat?' For a few minutes no one said a word. Then Billy Mink stood up and stretched. "'Good-bye,' said Billy Mink. "'Were you going so suddenly?' demanded little Joe Otter. "'I'm going to catch a fish and take it to Ready Fox, if you must know,' snapped Billy Mink. "'Good,' cried a little Joe Otter. "'You didn't think that you could have all the fun to yourself, Billy Mink. I'm going with you.'" There was a splash in the smiling pool, and Uncle Billy Possum was left looking out on nothing but the smiling pool and the big rock. He smiled to himself as he turned away. "'I reckon I'll show half to do my share, too,' said he.  His stomach as full as it could be. And just a little way off were two fishtails and the feathers of a little duck. End of CHAPTER XVI. CHAPTER XVII. FARMER BROWN'S BOY IS DETERMINED.   That is just what he had done now. He was cleaning his gun, and as he worked he was thinking of his pet chicken and of all the other chickens that Ready Fox had taken. "'I'm going to get that Fox if it takes all summer,' exclaimed Farmer Brown's boy. I ought to have gotten him the other day when I had a shot at him. Next time, well, we'll see, Mr. Fox, what will happen next time.' Now someone heard Farmer Brown's boy, heard everything he said, though Farmer Brown's boy didn't know it.  Uncle Billy pricked up his ears. He didn't like the tone of voice in which Farmer Brown's boy spoke. He thought of Ready Fox still so stiff and sore and lame that he could hardly walk, all from the shot which Farmer Brown's boy thought had missed. "'There isn't guine to be in the next time. No, sir. There isn't guine to be in the next time. I surely don't love Ready Fox, but I can't know how, let him be shot again. I suddenly can't,' muttered Uncle Billy Possum to himself. Of course Farmer Brown's boy didn't hear him. He didn't hear him, and he didn't see him when Uncle Billy Possum crept out of the back side of the wood pile and scurried under the henhouse. He was too intent on his plan to catch Ready Fox. I'm just going to hunt over the green meadows and through the green forest until I get that fox,' said Farmer Brown's boy, and as he said it he looked very fierce as if he really meant it. "'I'm not going to have my chicken stolen any more. No, sirree. That fox has got a home somewhere on the green meadows or in the green forest, and I'm going to find it. Then watch out, Mr. Fox!' Farmer Brown's boy whistled for Bowser the Hound and started for the green forest. Uncle Billy Possum poked his sharp little old face out from under the henhouse and watched them go. Usually, Uncle Billy is grinning, but now there wasn't any grin, not the least sign of one. Instead, Uncle Billy Possum looked worried.  If he can't find Ready Fox, just as likely as now he'll point it at somebody else just for fun. I hope he don't meet up with my old woman or any of my little pickin' in his. I'm plum afraid of a boy with a gun I am. Feels like he don't have any sense. I reckon I better be movin' along rat-smart until my family to stay right close in the old hollow tree,' muttered Uncle Billy Possum, slipping out from his hiding-place. Then Uncle Billy began to run as fast as he could toward the green forest. End of Chapter 17 CHAPTER 18 The Hunt for Ready Fox Trouble, trouble, trouble, I feel it in the air. Trouble, trouble, trouble, it's round me everywhere. Old Granny Fox muttered this over and over as she kept walking around uneasily and sniffing the air. I don't see any trouble, and I don't feel any trouble in the air. It's all in the sore places where I was shot,' said Ready Fox, who was stretched out on the doorstep of their home. "'That's because you haven't got any sense. When you do get some and learn to look where you are going, you won't get shot from behind old tree trunks, and you'll be able to feel trouble when it is near, without waiting for it to show itself. Now I feel trouble.  Granny Fox stopped to test the air with her nose, just as she had been testing it for the last ten minutes. "'I don't want to go in,' whined Ready Fox. It's nice and warm out here, and I feel a lot better than when I am curled up way down there in the dark.' Old Granny Fox turned, and her eyes blazed as she looked at Ready Fox. She didn't say a word, and she didn't have to. Ready just crawled into his house, muttering to himself.  "'Don't you come out until I come back,' she ordered. Then she added. "'From a brown's boy is coming with his gun!' Ready Fox shivered when he heard that. He didn't believe Granny Fox. He thought she was saying that just to scare him and make him stay inside, but he shivered just the same. You see, he knew now what it meant to be shot, for he was still too stiff and sore to run, all because he had gone too near Farmer Brown's boy and his gun. But Old Granny Fox had not been fooling when she told Ready Fox that Farmer Brown's boy was coming with a gun. It was true.  How did Old Granny Fox know it? She just felt it. She didn't hear them, she didn't see them, and she didn't smell them. She just felt that they were coming. So as soon as she saw that Ready Fox had obeyed her, she was off like a little red flash. "'It won't do to let them find our home,' said Granny to herself, as she disappeared in the green forest. First she hurried to a little point on the hill where she could look down the lone little path. Just as she expected, she saw Farmer Brown's boy and a head of him, sniffing at every bush and all along the lone little path, was bowser the hound. Old Granny Fox waited to see no more. She ran as fast as she could in a big circle which brought her out on the lone little path below Farmer Brown's boy and bowser the hound, but where they couldn't see her because of a turn in the lone little path.  In a few minutes she heard bowser's great voice. He had smelled her track in the lone little path and was following it. Old Granny Fox grinned. You see, she was planning to lead them far, far away from the home where Reddy Fox was hiding, for it would not do to have them find it. And Farmer Brown's boy also grinned as he heard the voice of bowser the hound. I'll hunt that fox until I get him! He said. You see, he didn't know anything about Old Granny Fox. He thought bowser was following Reddy Fox. End of Chapter 18 and End of Section 4. Recording by John Leader Bloomington, Illinois. Section 5 of The Adventures of Reddy Fox. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by John Leader. The Adventures of Reddy Fox by Thornton W. Burgess. Chapter 19 Unc. Billy Possum gives warning. Which the many with you, Unc. Billy, you look as if you had lost your last friend. It was Jimmy Skunk who spoke. Unc. Billy Possum stopped short. He had been hurrying so fast that he hadn't seen Jimmy Skunk at all. Matta enough, sir, matta enough! Said Unc. Billy Possum, when he could get his breath. Do you hear that noise? Before I hear that noise, that's only Bowser the Hound chasing old Granny Fox. When she gets tired, she'll lose him. Replied Jimmy Skunk, what are you worrying about Bowser the Hound for? Bowser the Hound will have to be smarter than he is now before he can war a me, I reckon, said Unc. Billy Possum scornfully. It isn't Bowser the Hound. It's Pharma Brown's boy and his gun. Unc. Billy told Jimmy Skunk how he had been hiding in the woodpile at Pharma Brown's, and had heard Pharma Brown's boy say that he was going to hunt over the green meadows and through the green forest until he got Ready Fox. Wait a bit. Asked Jimmy Skunk if he gets Ready Fox so much the better. Ready always did make trouble for other people. I don't see what you're worrying about Ready Fox for. He's big enough to take care of himself. You certainly are plum-slow in your wits this morning, Jimmy Skunk. You certainly are plum-slow. Supposing you should meet up with Pharma Brown's boy with that gun in his hands, and supposing he had grown tired of watching for Ready Fox. That gun might go off, Jimmy Skunk. It might go off when it was pointing right straight at you," said Unc. Billy Possum. Jimmy Skunk looked serious. "'Dance-o, Unc. Billy, that's-o,' he said. Boys with guns do get dreadfully careless, dreadfully careless. They don't seem to think anything about the feelings of those likely to get hurt when the gun goes off. What was you thinking of doing, Unc. Billy?' "'Just passing the wood along so everybody in the green meadows and in the green forest will keep out of the way of Pharma Brown's boy,' replied Unc. Billy Possum. "'Good idea, Unc. Billy. I'll help you,' said Jimmy Skunk. So Unc. Billy Possum went one way, and Jimmy Skunk went another way, and every one they told hurried to tell someone else. Happy Jack Squirrel told Chatterer the Red Squirrel, Chatterer told Striped Chipmunk, and Striped Chipmunk told Danny Meadowmouse. Danny Meadowmouse told Johnny Chuck. Johnny Chuck told Peter Rabbit. Peter Rabbit told Jumper the Hare. Jumper the Hare told Prickly-Porky. Prickly-Porky told Bobby Coon. Bobby Coon told Billy Mink. Billy Mink told Little Joe Otter. Little Joe Otter told Jerry Muscratch, and Jerry Muscratch told Grandfather Frog. And everybody hastened to hide from Pharma Brown's boy and his terrible gun. By and by Pharma Brown's boy noticed how still it was in the green forest. Nowhere did he see or hear a bird. Nowhere could he catch a glimpse of anybody who wore fur. That fox must have scared away all the other animals, and drippin' away all the birds. I'll get him. See if I don't," muttered Pharma Brown's boy, and never once guessed that they were hiding from him. End of chapter 19 CHAPTER XX OLD GRANNY FOX MAKES A MISTAKE Old Granny Fox was running through the overgrown old pasture, way up back to Pharma Brown's. She was cross and tired and hot, for it was a very warm day. Behind her came Bowser the Hound, his nose in Granny's tracks, and making a great noise with his big voice. Granny Fox was cross because she was tired. She hadn't done much running lately, and she didn't mind running when the weather was cold, but now, oh, dear, it is hot! sighed Old Granny Fox as she stopped a minute to rest. Now Old Granny Fox is very, very smart, and very, very wise. She knows all the tricks with which Foxes fool those who try to catch them. She knew that she could fool Bowser the Hound and puzzle him so that he wouldn't be able to follow her track at all. But she wasn't ready to do that yet. No, indeed. Old Granny Fox was taking great care to see that her tracks were easy to follow. She wanted Bowser the Hound to follow them, although it made her tired and hot and cross. Why did she? Well, you see. She was trying to lead him, and with him, Pharma Brown's boy, far, far away from the home where Ready Fox was nursing the wounds that he had received when Pharma Brown's boy had shot at him a few days before. Bawawaw! roared Bowser the Hound, following every twist and turn which Granny Fox made, just as she wanted him to. Back and forth across the old pasture, and way up among the rocks on the edge of the mountain, Granny Fox led Bowser the Hound. It was a long, long, long way from the green meadows in the green forest. Granny Fox had made it a long way purposely. She was willing to be tired herself if she could also tire Bowser the Hound and Pharma Brown's boy. She wanted to tire them so that when she finally puzzled and fooled them and left them there, they would be too tired to go back to the green meadows. By and by Granny Fox came to a hole in the ground, an old house that had once belonged to her grandfather. Now this old house had a back door hidden close beside the hollow trunk of a fallen tree. Soon Granny Fox just ran through the house, out the back door, through the hollow tree, and then jumped into a little brook where there was hardly more than enough water to wet her feet. Walking in the water, she left no scent in her tracks. Bowser the Hound came roaring up to the front door of the old house. Granny's tracks led right inside, and Bowser grew so excited that he made a tremendous noise. At last he had found where Granny Fox lived. At least he thought he had. He was sure that she was inside, for there were her fresh tracks going inside and none coming out. Bowser the Hound never once thought of looking for a back door. If he had, he wouldn't have been any the wiser, because, you know, old Granny Fox had slipped away through the hollow tree trunk. Granny Fox grinned as she listened to the terrible fuss Bowser was making. Then when she had rested a little, she stole up on the hill where she could look down and see the entrance to the old deserted house. She watched Bowser digging and barking. After a while, a worried look crept into the face of old Granny Fox. Where's Farmer Brown's boy? I thought surely he would follow Bowser the Hound. She muttered. CHAPTER XXI Ready Fox Disobeys When old Granny Fox had sent Ready Fox into the house and told him to stay there until she returned home, he had not wanted to mind. But he knew that Granny Fox meant just what she said, and so he had crawled slowly down the long hall to the bedroom, way underground. Pretty soon Ready Fox heard a voice. It was very faint, for you know Ready was in his bedroom way underground, but he knew it. He pricked up his ears and listened. It was the voice of Bowser the Hound, and Ready knew by the sound that Bowser was chasing Granny Fox. Ready grinned. He wasn't at all worried about Granny Fox, not the least little bit. He knew how smart she was, and that whenever she wanted to, she could get rid of Bowser the Hound. Then a sudden thought popped into Ready's head, and he grew sober. Granny did feel trouble coming just as she said, he thought. Then Ready Fox curled himself up and tried to sleep. He intended to mind and not put his little black nose outside until old Granny Fox returned. But somehow Ready couldn't get to sleep. His bedroom was small, and he was so stiff and sore that he could not get comfortable. He twisted and turned and fidgeted. The more he fidgeted, the more uncomfortable he grew. He thought of the warm sunshine outside and how comfortable he would be stretched out full length on the doorstep. It would take the soreness out of his legs. Something must have happened to Granny to keep her so long. If she had known that she was going to be gone such a long time, she wouldn't have told him to stay until she came back, not ready. By and by Ready Fox crept a little way up the long dark hall. He could just see the sunlight on the doorstep. Pretty soon he went a little bit nearer. He wasn't going to disobey old Granny Fox, oh no, no indeed. She had told him to stay in the house until she returned. She hadn't said that he couldn't look out. He crawled a little nearer to the open door and the sunlight. Granny Fox is getting old and timid, just as if my eyes aren't as sharp as hers. I'd like to see Farmer Brown's boy get near me when I am really on the watch. Said Ready Fox to himself, and then he crept a little nearer to the open door. How bright and warm and pleasant it did look outside. He just knew that he would feel ever and ever so much better if he could stretch out on the doorstep. He could hear Jenny Wren fussing and scolding at someone or something, and he wondered what it could be. He crept just a wee bit nearer. He could hear Bowser's voice, but it was so faint that he had to prick up his sharp little ears and listen with all his might to hear it at all. He's led them way off on the mountain. Good old Granny, thought Ready Fox. Then he crawled right up to the very doorway. He could still hear Jenny Wren scolding and fussing. What does ale her? If it's hot or if it's cold, Jenny Wren will always scold. From morn till night the whole day long her limber tongue is going strong. I'm going to find out what it means," said Ready, talking to himself.  End of Chapter 21 CHAPTER XXII O' Mr. Buzzard's Keen Sight Old Granny Fox had thought that when she fooled Bowser the Hound up in the old pasture on the edge of the mountain she could take her time going home. She was tired and hot, and she had planned to pick out the shadiest paths going back. She had thought that Farmer Brown's boy would soon join Bowser the Hound when Bowser made such a fuss about having found the old house into which Granny Fox had run. But Farmer Brown's boy had not yet appeared, and Granny Fox was getting worried. Could it be that he had not followed Bowser the Hound after all? Granny Fox went out on a high point and looked, but she could see nothing of Farmer Brown's boy and his gun. Just then, O' Mr. Buzzard came sailing down out of the blue, blue sky, and settled himself on a tall, dead tree. Now Granny Fox hadn't forgotten how old Mr. Buzzard had warned Peter Rabbit, just as she was about to pounce on him, but she suddenly thought that O' Mr. Buzzard might be of use to her. So old Granny Fox smoothed out her skirts and walked over to the foot of the tree where O' Mr. Buzzard sat. "'How do you do today, neighbor Buzzard?' inquired Granny Fox, smiling up at O' Mr. Buzzard. "'I'm so as to be up and about, thank you,' replied O' Mr. Buzzard, spreading his wings out so that air could blow under them. "'My!' exclaimed old Granny Fox. "'What splendid great wings you have, Mr. Buzzard! It must be grand to be able to fly. I suppose you can see a great deal from way up there in the blue, blue sky, Mr. Buzzard.' O' Mr. Buzzard felt flattered. "'Yes,' said he. "'I can see all that's going on, on the green meadows and in the green forest.' "'Oh, Mr. Buzzard, you don't really mean that!' exclaimed old Granny Fox, just as if she wanted to believe it, but couldn't. "'Yes, I can.' replied old Mr. Buzzard. "'Really, Mr. Buzzard? Really? Oh, I can't believe that your eyes are so sharp as all that. Now I know where Bowser the Hound is and where Farmer Brown's boy is, but I don't believe you can see them,' said Granny Fox. O' Mr. Buzzard never said a word, but spread his broad wings, and in a few minutes he had sailed up, up, up, until he looked just like a tiny speck to old Granny Fox. Now old Granny Fox had not told the truth when she said she knew where Farmer Brown's boy was. She thought she would trick old Mr. Buzzard into telling her. In a few minutes down came old Mr. Buzzard. "'Bowser the Hound is up in the old back pasture,' said he. "'Right,' cried old Granny Fox, clapping her hands, "'and where is Farmer Brown's boy?' "'Farmer Brown's boy is,' old Mr. Buzzard paused. "'Where? Where?' asked Granny Fox so eagerly that old Mr. Buzzard looked at her sharply. "'You said you knew, so what's the use of telling you?' said old Mr. Buzzard, then he added. "'But if I was you, I'd suddenly would get home right smart soon.' "'Why? Oh, do tell me what you saw, Mr. Buzzard?' begged Granny Fox. But old Mr. Buzzard wouldn't say another word, so old Granny Fox started for home as fast as she could run. "'Oh, dear, I do hope Granny Fox minded me and stayed in the house,' she muttered. End of Chapter 22 and End of Section 5 Recording by John Leader Bloomington, Illinois Section 6 of the Adventures of Ready Fox The Adventures of Ready Fox by Thornton W. Burgess Chapter 23 Granny Fox has a terrible scare. Old Granny Fox felt her heart sink way down to her toes, for she felt sure old Mr. Buzzard had seen Farmer Brown's boy and his gun over near the house where Ready Fox was nursing his wounds, or he wouldn't have advised her to hurry home. She was already very tired and hot from the long run to lead Bowser the Hound away from the Green Meadows. She had thought to walk home along shady paths and cool off, but now she must run faster than ever, for she must know if Farmer Brown's boy had found her house. "'It's lucky I told Ready Fox to go inside and not come out till I returned. It's very lucky I did that,' thought Granny Fox as she ran. Presently she heard voices singing. They seemed to be in the treetops over her head. "'Happily we dance and play all the little ones on the day. Happily we run and race and win our loose smiling face.' Granny Fox knew the voices, and she looked up. Just as she expected, she saw the marital breezes of Old Mother Westwind playing among the leaves. Just then one of them looked down and saw her. "'There's Old Granny Fox. Just see how hot and tired she looks.  In a flash they were all down out of the treetops and dancing around Old Granny Fox, cooling her off. Of course Granny Fox kept right on running. She was too worried not to. But the merry little breezes kept right beside her, and it was not nearly as hard running now as it had been. "'Have you seen Farmer Brown's boy?' parted Granny Fox. "'Oh, yes.  But Old Granny Fox didn't laugh. "'Oh, my, no indeed.' Her heart went lower still, and she did her best to run faster. Pretty soon she came out on the top of the hill where she could look, and then it seemed as if her heart came right up in her mouth and stopped beating.   Old Granny Fox saw the gun of Farmer Brown's boy pointed right at ready, and she clapped both hands over her eyes to shut out the dreadful sight. Then she waited for the bang of the gun. It didn't come. Then Granny peeped through her fingers. Farmer Brown's boy was still there, but Granny Fox had disappeared inside the house. Granny Fox sighed in relief. It had been a terrible scare, the worst she could remember. End of Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Granny and Ready Have to Move "'I don't want to move,' whined Granny Fox. "'I'm too sore to walk.' Old Granny Fox gave him a shove. "'You go along and do as I say,' she snapped. If you had minded me, we wouldn't have to move. It's all your own fault.  Now that he knows where we live, he will give us no peace. Move along lively now. This is the best home I have ever had, and now I've got to leave it. Oh, dear, oh, dear!' Ready Fox hobbled along up the long hall and out the front door. He was walking on three legs, and at every step he made a face, because, you know, it hurts so to walk. The little stars, looking down from the sky, saw Ready Fox limp out the door of the house he had lived in so long, and right behind him came Old Granny Fox. Granny sighed and wiped away a tear as she said goodbye to her old home. Ready Fox was thinking too much of his own troubles to notice how badly Granny Fox was feeling. Every few steps he had to sit down and rest because it hurt him so to walk. I don't see the use of moving to night anyway. It would be a lot easier and pleasanter when the sun is shining. This night air makes me so stiff that I'd know I'd never will get over it. Grumbled Ready Fox. Old Granny Fox listened to him for a while, and then she lost patience. Yes, sir, Granny Fox lost patience. She boxed Ready Fox first on one ear and then on the other. Ready began to snivel. Stop it! said Granny Fox sharply. Do you want all the neighbors to know that we have got to move? They'll find it out soon enough. Now come along without any more fuss. If you don't, I'll just go off and leave you to shift for yourself. Then how will you get anything to eat? Granny Fox wiped his eyes on his coat sleeve and hobbled along as best he could. Granny Fox would run a little way ahead to see that the way was safe and then come back for Ready. Poor Ready. He did his best not to complain, but it was such hard work. And somehow Ready Fox didn't believe that it was at all necessary.  He had ducked back out of sight again too quickly for Farmer Brown's boy to shoot, and now he couldn't see why old Granny Fox wanted to move that very night. She's getting old. She's getting old and timid and fussy, muttered Ready Fox as he hobbled along behind her. It seemed to Ready as if they had walked miles and miles. She really thought that they had been walking nearly all night when old Granny Fox stopped in front of the worst-looking old Fox House Ready had ever seen. Here we are. Said she. What? Are we going to live in that thing? cried Ready. It isn't fit for any respectable Fox to put his nose into. It is where I was born, snapped old Granny Fox. If you want to keep out of harm's way, don't go to putting on heirs now. Who scorns the simple things of life and tilts his nose at all he sees is almost sure to feel the knife of want cut through his pleasant ease. Now don't let me hear another word from you, but get inside it once. Ready Fox didn't quite understand what Granny Fox said, but he knew when she was to be obeyed, and so he crawled gingerly through the broken-down doorway. End of Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Peter Rabbit Makes a Discovery Hardly had jolly round red Mr. Sun thrown off his nightcap and come out from his home behind the purple hills for his daily climb up in the blue-blue sky when Farmer Brown's boy started down the lone little path through the green forest. Peter Rabbit, who had been out all night and was just then on his way home, saw him. Peter stopped and sat up to rub his eyes and look again. He wasn't quite sure that he had seen a right the first time, but he had. There was Farmer Brown's boy, sure enough, and at his heels trotted Bowser the hound. Peter Rabbit rubbed his eyes once more and wrinkled up his eyebrows. Farmer Brown's boy certainly had a gun over one shoulder and a spade over the other. Where could he be going down the lone little path with a spade? Farmer Brown's garden certainly was not in that direction. Peter watched him out of sight, and then he hurried down to the green meadows to tell Johnny Chuck what he had seen. My, how Peter's long legs did fly! He was so excited that he had forgotten how sleepy he had felt a few minutes before. Halfway down to Johnny Chuck's house, Peter Rabbit almost ran plump into Bobby Coon and Jimmy Skunk, who had been quarreling and were calling each other names. They stopped when they saw Peter Rabbit. Peter Rabbit runs away from his shatter, so they say. Peter, Peter, what a sight! Tell us why this sudden fright! shouted Bobby Coon. Peter Rabbit stopped short. Indeed he stopped so short that he almost turned to somersault. Say, he panned it, I've just seen Farmer Brown's boy. You don't say so, said Jimmy Skunk, pretending to be very much surprised. You don't say so. Well, now I think of it. I believe I've seen Farmer Brown's boy a few times myself.  You know there isn't any garden down that way. He concluded, Bobby Coon's face wore a sober look. Yes, sir. All the fun was gone from Bobby Coon's face. What's the matter? asked Jimmy Skunk. I was just thinking that Reddy Fox lives over in that direction, and he is so stiff that he cannot run, replied Bobby Coon. Jimmy Skunk hitched up his trousers and started toward the lone little path. Come on! said he. Let's follow him and see what he is about. Bobby Coon followed it once, but Peter Rabbit said he would hurry over and get Johnny Chuck and then join the others. All this time Farmer Brown's boy had been hurrying down the lone little path to the home old Granny Fox and Reddy Fox had moved out of the night before. Of course he didn't know that they had moved. He put down his gun, and by the time Jimmy Skunk and Bobby Coon and Peter Rabbit and Johnny Chuck reached a place where they could peep out and see what was going on, he had dug a great hole. Oh! cried Peter Rabbit. He's digging into the house of Reddy Fox, and he'll catch poor Reddy. End of Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Farmer Brown's boy works for nothing. The grass around the doorstep of the house where Reddy Fox had always lived was all wet with dew when Farmer Brown's boy laid his gun down, took off his coat, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and picked up his spade. It was cool and beautiful there on the edge of the green meadows. Jolly round Red Mr. Sun had just begun his long climb up in the blue-blue sky. Mr. Redwing was singing for joy over in the bullrushes on the edge of the smiling pool. Yes, it was very beautiful, very beautiful indeed. It didn't seem as if harm could come to anyone on such a beautiful morning. But there was Farmer Brown's boy. He had crawled on his hands and knees without making a sound to get near enough to the home of Reddy Fox to shoot if Reddy was outside. But there was no sign of Reddy, so Farmer Brown's boy had hopped up, and now he was whistling as he began to dig. His freckled face looked good-natured. It didn't seem as if he could mean harm to anyone. But there lay the gun, and he was working as if he meant to get to the very bottom of Reddy Fox's home. Deeper and deeper grew the hole, and bigger and bigger grew the pile of sand which he threw out. He didn't know that anyone was watching him except Bowser the Hound. He didn't see Johnny Chuck peeping from behind a tall bunch of metalgrass, or Peter Rabbit peeping from behind a tree on the edge of the green forest, or Bobby Coon looking from a safe hiding place in the top of that same tree. He didn't see Jimmy Skunk or Uncle Billy Possum or Happy Jack Squirrel or Digger the Badger. He didn't see one of them, but they saw him. They saw every shovelful of sand that he threw, and their hearts went pit-a-pat as they watched, for each one felt sure that something dreadful was going to happen to Reddy Fox. Only Ole Mr. Buzzard knew better. From way up high in the blue-blue sky he could look down and see many things. He could see all the little meadow-and-forest people who were watching Farmer Brown's Boy. The harder Farmer Brown's Boy worked, the more Ole Mr. Buzzard chuckled to himself. What was he laughing at? Why, he could see the sharp face of Ole Granny Fox peeping out from behind an old fence-corner, and she was grinning. So Ole Mr. Buzzard knew Reddy Fox was safe. But the other little people of the green forest in the green meadows didn't know that Ole Granny Fox and Reddy Fox had moved, and their faces grew longer and longer as they watched Farmer Brown's Boy go deeper and deeper into the ground. Reddy Fox has worried me almost to death, and would eat me if he could catch me. But somehow things wouldn't be quite the same without him around. Oh, dear, I don't want him killed," moaned Peter Rabbit. "'Perhaps he isn't home,' said Jimmy Skunk. "'Of course he's home. He's so stiff and sore he can hardly walk at all, and has to stay home,' replied Johnny Chuck. "'Hello. What's the matter now?' Everybody looked. Farmer Brown's Boy had climbed out of the hole. He looked tired and cross. He rested for a few minutes, and as he rested he scowled. Then he began to shovel the sand back into the hole. He had reached the bottom and found no one there. "'Hurrah!' shouted Peter Rabbit, and struck his heels together as he jumped up in the air, and the others were just as glad as Peter Rabbit. Johnny Chuck was especially glad for, you see, Farmer Brown's Boy had once found Johnny's snug home, and Johnny had had to move as suddenly as did Granny and Ready Fox. Johnny knew just how ready must feel, for he had had many narrow escapes in his short life. You can read all about them in the next book. THE ADVENTURES OF JOHNNY CHUCK. End of Chapter 26, and End of Section 6, and End of the Adventures of Ready Fox, by Thornton W. Burgess.


Tragedy struck here in May when 28-year-old Gary Chris Gerald died suddenly while coaching a Little League team here at Stumbo Park in Allen. Now some believe that Gerald's passing might have been prevented with the appropriate tool on site. Today the Floyd County Fiscal Court took a first step in obtaining that tool. We had a young man that had, it was a tragic, we had a loss of life at one of our parks. He was a 28-year-old and he was a coach and it affected our community quite badly. And so some of the people had suggested to me is there a way because we had doctors there and had nurses and so forth. But something is my understanding that if they had some type of a defibrillator that could have maybe shocked the heart back that we might have been able to save him. During today's regularly scheduled meeting, the court passed a resolution seeking grant money from the Department of Homeland Security for the purchase of a defibrillator to be kept at the park. During the summer, a lot of times the ball feels, you know, the activities, you're dealing with heat, exhaustion and also due to the response time of some ambulances and stuff. If we've got one on site, it could possibly mean saving of a person's life. So, you know, we can't put a price on a person's life and it would be nice to have one at every ball field. They're not that expensive really. Some of the fire departments in the county, I know we have one at David, so some do have and some don't. But this is something we really need to try to help push and see that everybody does have one. Now there is no guarantee that the Fiscal Court will be granted those funds from Homeland Security. However, Judge Executive Ben Hale says that they have had positive relations with Homeland Security in the past and he's hopeful for a good outcome. Reporting from Floyd County for EKB News, I'm Jackson Ladder.


The Youth Ambassador Program since its inception some 20 years ago has contributed to increased youth knowledge and awareness of curriculum issues and priorities. The program has also raised the profile of young people at the national and regional levels and assisted in integrating the views and perspectives of young people from across the region into national, regional and international policy and programs. Mary Wellfred is the Director of Youth in the Ministry of Youth Development and Sports. Our curriculum youth ambassadors we usually have two, one male and one female. Primarily they are to educate young people on regional issues that affect them. They are to advocate on the rights of young people, be that advocacy, be that advocating chief for the things that pertain to young people as well. They strive to integrate young people in regional or sub-regional development and also they promote regional integration. So these young people, the curriculum youth ambassadors are really important in terms of education, in terms of advocacy, integration and also promotion. And their target group, their target group is young people and so with the programs and activities they would initiate, it would seek to ensure that regional integration is promoted and that the rights of young people are always advocated for on that level. Twenty-year-old Yakub Nesta of Barbano is St. Lucia's curriculum youth ambassador for 2020. Nesta disclosed that becoming a curriculum youth ambassador has always been one of his goals and he was elated when he got the opportunity. Highlighting his early influences, he explained why he got involved in youth work. My aunt Ekladi Terville, my mom in goodness on my dad Peter Jebaptis, my main pillars, especially my grandmom. But for me, it really all started when I joined Cassius Rancho Youth and Sports Council which I currently am the second vice president and I'm also on the Barbano Youth Development Committee as well. The other thing as well is that I've been very vocal in youth marginalization which really focuses on youth who tend to feel that they're not represented at forums. So you have people with disabilities, LGBTQI persons, grassroots persons, those basic things and really truly coming from that background, you really need to have an understanding as well. And when being a youth worker, I try my best to not judge because that is basically the key principle for me is really understanding everyone's mindset and concept and really what have you in this sort of position in life. Rejane Montut of Grozile got involved in youth work at the age of 14. Her selection as a curriculum youth ambassador came after several applications, however she was not discouraged and her persistence paid off. Volunteerism is her passion and has provided her with many opportunities. Montut, sharing words of advice, explained that while selfless acts may not offer any direct gains, it can be very beneficial. Youth development, community work, volunteerism is a selfless act. You do it because of the passion, you do it because you love it. It can very much benefit you in terms of your professional development, a lot of the skills that I have now and even for my current because I don't work full-time in volunteerism, youth development work and that sort of thing but I work in IT at the Court of Appeal and I could remember clearly some of the things that I was able to put on my CV that I still have on my CV started, I developed those skills in youth development work. So PR, marketing, secretarial work, administrative work, event planning, project management, leadership, communication, organization all of these skills were skills that I developed as a result of being part of the youth movement. So there is that indirect feel that just being part and parcel of any initiative can bring to you as a young person and secondly I would just say that you may not see the benefits directly so it's not like you come into it and you get paid or you come into it and you will get a direct benefit but there are long-term things you get to network with persons and your network is your net worth. So a lot of the people, a lot of the opportunities that I have received in life I could trace it back to that one day deciding to volunteer at that initiative. The Carrickham Youth Ambassador Program was launched in St. Lucia in 1993 by the heads of government to mark the 20th anniversary of Carrickham and was formally instituted in 1994.


the NHL has done a despicable job of promoting their game. If you're in a city with a team, you love it. You know why? Cause you get a chance to see what it is out there. It's a fantastic sport. Okay, I was very lucky to grow up in Pittsburgh. Hockey, God. Okay, we've won a lot of Stanley Cups. We are one of the teams that I think the NHL would hope that teams would be like, Hey, watch this team. If you want to get our fans, if you want to get into hockey, watch this operation here. Watch the fans, watch their team, watch everything they got going. Who's the, uh, commission? Betman? Yeah, Gary. Gary Betman should have his on all of these shows saying, Hey, the NHL playoffs are electrifying. With that being said tonight, 730, the Pittsburgh Penguins beat the out of the New York Islanders. Oh, yeah. Whoa. And the NHL playoffs that have already been electrifying.


The Tiger, Financial News Network. News Update. Good morning everybody. I'm Tommy O'Brien, coming to you live from TFNN, 10 a.m. Eastern Time Tuesday morning with 30 minutes into the trading day and you have markets lifting back to positive prices right now. The S&Ps, we trade lower on the open, we basically get it all back. You trade down 30 points, we trade up 30 points, volatility in both directions. The market, huge negative action, but we get some pops across the board. You can almost trade this thing both ways with the moves you get as evidence just in the last half-hour trading. You get the S&Ps back, positive by 27, NASDAQ 100 right now, positive by 810% up 93 points. The Dow up half a percent, back above 30,000, no excuse me, didn't quite make it there yet. We're at 30,340, we're at 30,662 in the Dow. You jump over to Bitcoin, down $700 in the session, we made it below 21,000 yesterday for Bitcoin. Ethereum, $1222 right now after trading to $1,075 and you jump to commodities, crude, there's an acceleration for you to $123.50, go contract down a bit to $18.18, and how about natural gas? They're talking about it in the dent. Some fundamental impact on this commodity, and boy, you talk about dropping out of bed man from $875 to $723, that was after the sell-off last week, might have to do with one of the ports going on out there, some fundamental news, but nonetheless, this market, you had quite a run-up, whoops, that's a daily we're looking at, so on March 14th you're at $4.50, you accelerate to $9.66, and that's the biggest red bar they got out there that we just saw, basically the last hour of trading as natural gas, down 16% right now on the day to $7.22. We jump around some of the fact stocks this morning, Amazon, up about 3.10% right now, almost ready to $100 yesterday to $101.86, we jump over to Apple, Apple shares up about 8.10, Oracle had their numbers, come on, catch up, they're trading up by double digits last time I checked, up 10.2% still for Oracle shares, we jump over to Tesla, down a percent to $6.52, still after trading to $6.35, and you jump over to some of the coins, MicroStrategy catching a lift, do not get into that equity folks, they are fully in Bitcoin, they maybe have margin calls in Coinbase, laying off a ton of people, they're at $51.44. Stay tuned folks, didn't realize, Bazela, one more day, so we're going to replay this hour, but Larry Pezzimento back in the saddle, he's coming up live at 11, Bass Market at 12, Steve Rhodes live at 1, Dave White live at 2, Tom O'Brien live at 3, stay tuned folks, we'll be right back, have a great Tuesday.


Hello, this is Laptop Media, and today, we will show you how to open the Dell Vostro 15-3501 and what's inside of it. There are 9 Philips head screws that need to be undone before you remove the bottom panel. In fact, the 2 in the back corners are captive, and naturally, lift the edges of the panel, so you can start the prying process from there. Please remember, it would be of great help to us if you just hit the like button and subscribe to our channel. That would motivate us to make even more and better videos for you. In terms of cooling, we see a relatively thick heat pipe and an average sized fan. Thankfully, as a business notebook should, it offers very good upgradeability. There are 2 RAM Sodom slots, and although Dell officially states it can hold up to 16GB in total, we found it to support 32GB. And when it comes to the storage, there is one M.2 PCI-EX4 slot, as well as one 2.5-inch SATA drive bay. Also good, is that it comes with the SATA connector, even though our unit didn't feature a 2.5-inch device. Lastly, the battery has a modest 42Wh capacity. If you'd like to see more disassembly videos of the latest notebooks we would highly appreciate if you hit the like button and subscribe to the channel.


Upload with Henry Morgan! Just as Jeffery and Hero are about to escape from the swamp, Jeffery is struck down with fever. Determined to stay with him, Hero carries him through the raging storm and eventually finds sanctuary in the sheltering boughs of an old tree. Henry Morgan realizing that a storm is approaching has his ships put out to anchor in the bay. When the wind dies down, he allows Deats to return to the shore and round up the stragglers, not knowing that Deats intends to desert. Jeffery and Hero's care tosses and turns in his delirium and Hero fears that his death is near at hand. It sure does seem a mighty sad thing after escaping from that hell-cam.  It ain't just fair. You know what I do, Miss Jeffery? When the Grey Lady of the Dawn comes up in the sky, I'm going down this tree trunk and I'm going to look for some leaves and herbs that I used to find in Africa. I sure think I would find these if you hold on to that spark of life until the light comes up at dawn.  Do I feel you might? In morning I go and see if I can find those herbs and leaves. So Hero keeps his vigil beside his newfound friend, praying that the spark of life will not leave Jeffery. And as he sits there watching, softly croning words of comfort, trying to help, the drizzle stops as the rain clouds break. Predawn stars shine watery, then flicker and go out before the approach of Days Herald. Through the trees in the eastern sky, streaks of orange and yellow light the heavens, behind the lagging dispersing clouds. The air is fresh and clear and cool. The yellow light reflects the blueness of the celestial dome, and the few remaining clouds dissolve before that optimism born at the birth of each new day. The jungle begins to stir.  Their throats open and they sing a new poem to a fresh day. Monkeys uncurl as they stretch from their slumbers and prattle merrily in their chattering tunnel, while the sun, red-eyed, peeps over the horizon before plunging up into the heavens. But Jeffery has grown quiet and still as though in the very presence of death. Anxiously Hero watches him, then leaves to go on his search. And on the other side, overlooking Port Royal, a man cautiously toils up the roadway, frequently looking behind to be sure there is no one in pursuit. He curses that dawner's here so early. He would have liked to have reached his destination under the protecting grayness of pre-dawn. When the long boats had grounded on the Jamaican shore, Deats had seemed to the rounding up of the stragglers so that none could read his intention. Then it had been an easy matter as the boats pushed off to slip away into the darkness. But the hours of darkness had sped by and dawners caught him still on his journey. A fear keeps nagging at the back of his brain that perhaps his absence was discovered too soon, and Morgan, thinking that perhaps he'd been left behind, inadvertently had set a vote back to find him. And that is why he keeps looking over his shoulder so frequently and anxiously. Trees and palms climb tall and green alongside the rough and twisting road. Deats is small and dwarf beside them. Suddenly the road turns sharply, and the trees fade away on one side as it runs to a buff on the hill. Deats walks to the edge. Below him, like a toy thing, stretches Jamaica with its freshly washed face. The island is green and clean beneath his feet. The town of Port Royal peeps sleepily out from its many palms and gardens. Its buildings seem no bigger than tinder boxes and look cool and inviting. The island stretches out around the bay which is deep. Deep blue, flecked with white. There at the entrance which is guarded by the reef is the site for which he had hoped. Ships in line, their canvas filled with wind, their boughs dipping deep into the blue, sailing like toy swans on a child's bath. And as he watches, the leading ship turns to navigate the reef. The sun, fresh from bed, playfully picks it up, painting it gold and making it seem to come alive. Deats' laughter is laughter born of freedom. It fills the air around him. Morgan has sailed. There will now be no pursuit. He is free, free to think of the life he has planned, the thoughts which will become a reality in a few days' time. Immediate danger has passed. He can now think only of Kitty and enjoy his anticipation to the full. But Kitty has lain awake all through the night. Her ears listening for what she knows will come. Jeffery's footsteps. And even now, as daylight fills the hut, her confidence cannot be shaken. He said he would come and come, he will. And suddenly she hears them and his name springs to her lips. But she must not utter it and give warning to Dolores. And so it is choked back. With her heart pounding, nearer and nearer the footsteps come. They halt outside the door. A hand is placed upon the latch. The door is quietly pushed. A widening gap of green is seen behind it. Rescue was come as she knew it would. The door's open wide. I have it back. I'm here to say. Tiat, it's you. And who else would you be expecting? You had a look of expectancy upon your face when I came in. I thought for a brief moment you might be glad to see me. Ah, now what if it brings the tears to your eyes, huh? Tiat, why are you here? Eh, have you forgotten? I told you Captain Morgan was sailing today. I have come to be with you, too, until it is time for us to leave. What is the news, and what are y'all? I, they're still seeking for you. The whole island is aroused, because they would never come here. Who would think that we would hide in the jungle? Kitty, see over there at the convict camp. Your friend Jeffrey Hunter, he is down there. He is lost forever in the eyes of the world. Do you hear that, Kitty? He is lost forever. Who knows, he may be dead even now. Eh, they died very quickly down there. Stop it. He isn't dead.   And with you, too. Don't forget it was because of you that he was captured and put down there. Do you think that he'll forget that? Eh, you'll soon forget him anyhow, Kitty. I'll see to that. When we make our home in Cuba, there'll be only me. Eh, sometimes I feel I can't wait that long. You're looking to me so very beautiful, Kitty.  Eh, I can hardly believe that at last you're going to be all mine, for just as long as I wish. Oh, eh, it's your most exciting thought. Then, dear, you had better forget it for the moment. We are not out of danger yet. We have yet to leave these shores. Yeah, in a fine state of nerves, Delare. Would not you be if you were being kept here in this filthy hut with this woman for days? I'm nearly going out of my mind with boredom, with worry and anxiety. Eh, it will not be long now. Surely the ship will be calling very soon to take us away to Cuba? Eh, I know when it is coming. I will keep the information to myself. I will feel a lot safer if I do not share that secret. You have the air-tech necklace with you? Oh, yeah, but of course. Is it not a grieve that I'll give it to you when we leave Cuba? Two such wicked people as you will not be allowed to succeed in this wild plan. So, you have changed again. Also, the night you seemed so different. Now, fear has come back again. Eh, it doesn't matter what she thinks or what she believes. There's nothing she can do. What's that? Right. Stokes. Bloodhounds. Bloodhounds? Don't they use those dogs for tracking down people? Eh, someone must have escaped from the swamp, some slave or some convict, isn't it? That is just what I didn't want to happen. Why?  All the guards will be out searching for this escape convict. They might just stumble across our hiding place here. They will have already been told to look out for you to learn, isn't it? They should come here. All our, all our scheming will go for nothing. Well, perhaps the convict could have gone not far. They will catch him tonight. No. No, their task will be very hard because the rain will have washed away all their traces. There'll be no sense for the dogs to follow. We must stay in this hut and not move from it. We must be very quiet.  But Kitty isn't listening to Deathe's threats. The disappointment she showed in his arrival has given way to a new wave of optimism. The baying hounds mean a convict has escaped, and that can only mean one thing, Jeffrey's escape. The rain will have obliterated his traces. He will be behind him. He will remain hidden in the jungle until the pursuit is past. And then, of course, then, of course, he will come and rescue her, and will then pay his account with Deathe's. The fear which he felt when she read her fate in Deathe's eyes has gone. Helpless as she is, she need fear nothing from him. Only a few hours to wait, and then Jeffrey will come. Not so far away, Hero pauses in his task of gathering herbs and leaves and listens to the baying of the hounds. Hastily taking what he has gathered, he returns to the tree and climbs up beside the still unconscious form of Jeffrey. The fever makes him burning hot. His breath is deep and short. And while Hero compounds his mixture, he listens to the baying of the hounds going further away. A sigh of relief escapes him. Satisfied at last with what he has done, he applies his mixture to the patient, and then sits beside him, waiting, waiting. Two days pass. Two days of watching, broken only when Hero tends to Jeffrey in his fight to break the fever. Occasionally during the two days, he's heard the baying of the dogs, but always far away. And Kitty, during these two days, has waited, and waited. Faith, giving way to wonderment, to apprehension, to fear, and finally to despair. There is only one thing which he can believe. Jeffrey isn't coming back for me. He didn't mean it. She cares not now what happens to her, but her mind is numb. She has not noticed that Delores has been talking earnestly to an hour-excited diets. Did you hear that, Kitty? Tonight is the night we leave for Kiel, though. And when the sun rises on the next morning, Jeffrey stirs and opens his eyes. You're better now. The fever is gone. I knew it would. You live now. What are you talking about? What are we doing here? Well, the rain. Tom. Yes, sir? We escaped, and I carried you here. You had the fever, but you're better now. We've been here two days. I feel so weak. Two days, you say. But we should have gone to the hut to Kitty. I promised the rest of your kitty. Two days here, though. We must get to that hut at once. You're too weak. I don't care. You just have to help me to get there. There's the hut. You carried me quite far enough. I'm strong enough to walk here. Put me down here, and I'll go the rest of the way. Up by the window so I can peep in. They are messes, Jeffrey. It's best to look in first and see what's going on. That's right. Can you manage? I can see it here, though. But they've gone. The hut is empty. So Kitty has gone. He knows not where, but to what fate he can imagine. Listen to the next episode of A Float with Henry Morgan.