Blacky the Crow sat in the top of a tall tree where he could see all that was going on . Blacky was as impatient as Reddy was patient . `` Why does n't the red rascal rush in and get one of those fat hens ? '' muttered Blacky . `` What is the matter with him , anyway ? I wonder if he is afraid . He could catch one of them without half trying , and there he lies as if he expected them to run right into his mouth . I do n't want to sit here all day . Yet I ca n't do a thing until he catches one of those hens . '' So Reddy waited patiently and Blacky waited impatiently , and the fat hens wandered about unsuspectingly , and for a long , long time nothing happened . CHAPTER XXXV THINGS HAPPEN ALL AT ONCE The cleverest Fox is almost certain to visit the chicken yard once too often . Bowser the Hound . Jolly , round , bright Mr. Sun , high in the blue , blue sky , looked down on as peaceful a scene as ever was . In the cowyard back of the barn of this particular farm stood several cows contentedly chewing their cuds as they took their daily airing . Half a dozen fat hens were walking about among them and scratching in the straw . Out in the farmyard in front of the barn were many more fat hens . Behind a pile of old boards just outside the cowyard was a spot of red . In the top of a tall tree not far distant was a spot of black . The smoke from the chimney of the farmhouse floated skyward in a lazy way . Looking down on the Great World , jolly , round , bright Mr. Sun saw no more peaceful scene anywhere .
By and by a fat hen walked over to the bars of the XXXXX and hopped up on the lower bar .
Blacky Bowser Crow Fox Reddy Sun XXXV airing cowyard farmyard