asked Blacky . Reddy nodded . CHAPTER XXXIII REDDY WATCHES THE FAT HENS Sooner or later the crookedest trail will straighten . Bowser the Hound . At the sound of that rooster 's voice on the other side of the little swamp , Reddy became a changed Fox . Could you have been sitting where you could have seen him , as did Blacky the Crow , you never , never would have guessed that Reddy had run a very long distance and was tired . He did not even glance up at Blacky . He did not even say thank you to Blacky for having shown him the way . He looked neither to the right nor to the left , but with eyes fixed eagerly ahead , began to steal forward swiftly . Making no sound , for Reddy can step very lightly when he chooses to , he trotted quickly through the little swamp until he drew near the other side . Then he crouched close to the snow-covered ground and began to steal from bush to bush until he reached the trunk of a fallen tree on the very edge of the swamp . To this he crawled on his stomach and peeped around the end of it . Everything was as Blacky the Crow had said . Not far away was a farmyard , and walking about in it was a big rooster , lording it over a large flock of fat hens . They were not shut in by a wire fence as were Farmer Brown 's hens . Some were taking a sun bath just in front of the barn door . Others were scattered about , picking up bits of food which had been thrown out for them . A few were scratching in some straw in the cowyard . In the barn a horse stamped . From the farmhouse sounded the voice of a woman singing .
Once the door of the farmhouse opened , and an appetizing odor floated out to tickle the nose of XXXXX .
Blacky Bowser Brown Crow Fox Reddy cowyard farmyard left right