Blacky on his part had spent a whole day wondering how he could induce Reddy Fox to make that long journey over to where Bowser the Hound was a prisoner of kindness . Blacky was smart enough to know that if he seemed too anxious for Reddy to make that long journey , Reddy would at once suspect something . He knew well enough that if Reddy had any idea that Bowser the Hound was over there , nothing would tempt him to make the trip . Early the next morning , just as on the morning before , Blacky stopped over by Reddy 's house . This time Reddy was already home . Actually he was waiting for Blacky , though he would n't have had Blacky know it for the world . As soon as he saw Blacky coming , he lay down on his doorstep and pretended not to see Blacky at all . `` Good morning , Reddy , '' said Blacky , as he alighted in the top of a little tree close by . Reddy raised his head as if it were all he could do to lift it . `` Good morning , Blacky , '' said he in a feeble voice . Blacky looked at him sharply . `` What 's the matter , Reddy ? '' he demanded . `` You seem to be feeling badly . '' Reddy sighed . It was a long , doleful sigh . `` I am feeling badly , Blacky , '' said he . `` I never felt worse in my life . The truth is I -- I -- I -- '' Reddy paused . `` You what ? ''
demanded Blacky , looking at XXXXX more sharply than ever .
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