Bowser the Hound . If any one had said this to Reddy Fox during the first half hour after he discovered that he was a prisoner in Farmer Brown 's henyard , he would n't have believed it . He would n't have believed a word of it . He would have said that he could n't possibly have been worse off than he was . He was a prisoner , and he could n't possibly get out . He knew that in the morning Farmer Brown 's boy would certainly discover him . It could n't be otherwise . That is , it could n't be otherwise as long as he remained in that henyard . There was n't a thing , not one solitary thing , under or behind which he could hide . So , to Reddy 's way of thinking , things could n't possibly have been worse . But after a while , having nothing else to do , Reddy began to think . Now it is surprising how thinking will change matters . One of the first thoughts that came to Reddy was that he might have been caught in a trap , -- one of those cruel traps that close like a pair of jaws and sometimes break the bones of the foot or leg , and from which there is no escape . Right away Reddy realized that to have been so caught would have been much worse than being a prisoner in Farmer Brown 's henyard . This made him feel just a wee , wee bit better , and he began to do some more thinking . For a long time his thinking did n't help him in the least . At last , however , he remembered the chicken dinner he had felt so sure he was going to enjoy . The thought of the chicken dinner reminded him that inside the henhouse it was dark . He had been inside that henhouse before , and he knew that there were boxes in there . If he were inside the henhouse , it might be , it just might possibly be , that he could hide when Farmer Brown 's boy came in the morning .
So once more XXXXX went to work at that little sliding door where the hens ran in and out during the day .
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