Arizona republican., 1921-12-08
Little Stories For Bedtime
 BY THORNTON W. BURGESS
READY FOX PLAYS SPY
BY THORNTON w. BUl

REDDY FOX didn't have to get up early to be hiding behind the fence back of Farmer Browns corn crib, when jolly, round, red MT. Sun chased the little stars from the sky. He didn't have to get up early for the very good reason that he hadn't been to bed. You see Reddy Fox does a great man things that he wouldn't like to have seen, and so he does them in the night when most of the other little people of the Green Meadows and the Green Forest are asleep. And so it happens that often he does not so to bed at all at night, but sleeps in the day when most honest people are abroad. He had been roaming around about all this night and now he had come to watch and see what was going on at Farmer Browns corn crib. and whether or not Farmer Browns boy had been setting a trap there for Sammy Jay as Sammy was so sure he had.
 Just as the little stars disappeared and the first faint light from MT. Sun began to chase away the black shadows from Reddy's sharp eyes he saw something move over at the corner of the old stone wall on the edge of the Old Orchard. Then a lit tie dark form scampered across the road and there was the scratch of sharp little claws on the tree grow ing near the corn crib. Reddy grinned and watched the top of the tree. In a minute the same little form ran along a limb that overhung the corn crib and nimbly jumped on the roof. It ran along one edge and then dis appeared. Reddy guessed right away that there was a hole there. He rose and stretched.
 'tI thought as much" said Reddy to himself. T thought as much" Then he lay down to watch again. After a while out popped the same lively | little form. It was quite light now | light enough for him to see the ret coat of Chat erer the Red Squirrel 1 Chatterer's cheeks were stuffed SC l full of corn that his head looked l twice as large as it really was. H, | ran along the roof to where the tip! | of the limb of the tree brushed thu | roof. climbed into the tree, locke, | sharply to make sure that no on. 1 was about, particularly Black Pussy l and then ran down the tree and sour 1 ried across the dooryard to the safe | ty of the old stone wall.
 Hal" said Redd Fox T though
 so! Unless I am very much mistakel
 Chatterer can tell Sammy Jay wha
 caught him by the bill yesterda
 morning and frightened him nearl,
 to death. I've wondered why he n
 longer came to that new storehous of his that he worked so hard to fl
 down to the edge of the cornfield, an now I know. My, but Chatterer i getting fat! I think he will make m a very good breakfast. do, indeed Reddy licked his lips as if he couI already taste the fat red squire and then slipped away in the othe direction. for it was getting so ligh that he dared stay no longer so nea Farmer Browns house and Bowse the Hound.
 All the way to the Green Pores Reddy grinned. partly at thought ( the sharp trick he was sure Chat terer had played on Sammy Jay, an partly at the thought of the goo breakfast he was sure he would hay I one Of these fine mornings, for al ready he had thought of a plan 8 catch Chatterer the Red Squirre \ But first he wanted to see how foo ish Sammy would look when | \ found out that 1t wasn't a trap