Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1922-11-16

FARMER Browns Boy had been de-
tanned in the house longer than he
had expected to be. He came out
just in time to see his two geese
Waddling straight toward where he
mad that young Fox a prisoner. For
just a second it seemed as if his
heart jumped right up in his throat.
You see, he knew just what that
young Fox would do if those geese
got near enough to him. With a
shout he started on run to try to
head them off.
But he was too late. Yes, sir, he
was too late. He had not taken
more than half dozen steps when
he saw that young Fox steal out
OF his house and start a rush straight
at the nearest of those geese. But
right then things happened so fast
that all Farmer Browns Boy could
do,wa to stand looking on. You see,
the gander. as Mr.. Goose is called,
hadn't waited for that young Fox
to reach Mrs. Goose. With a ter
rible sounding hiss he had met that
young Fox half way and with a
blow from one Of his big wings had
knocked him sprawling. Then be-
fore the young Fox could get on his
feet again Mr.. Goose was right over
him.
Such a mix-up as there was. The
air seemed to be full of great wings
and darting heads. although, of
course, there really was only one
pair of wings and one head. Mr.
Goose may appear to be slow when
he is waddling along, but there is
nothing slow about the way he can
dart that head Of his back and forth
and beat with those great wings.
The young Fox began to yelp. He
was yelping from both pain and
fright. Perhaps had\ he not been
chained he would have managed to
have escaped sooner. AS it was, he
would no sooner get half way on his
feet than he would be sent sprawling
again. 1t began to look to Farmer
Browns Boy as if he would have to
interfere to save the young Fox from
that angry gander.
But at last the young Fox found
chance to- get to his feet and took
advantage of it. How he did run!
He headed straight for his box, and
at his heels, kissing as only a goose
can hiss, raced the gander, Tapping
his great wings to help him along.
Into the box, which was his house,
the young Fox raced headlong and
there he made himself as small as
possible in the furthest corner. He
was a whipped young Fox, and a
frightened young Fox. Yes, Stree,
he was so.
If the young Fox was scared, Mr..
Goose was angry. There was no fear
in him, not a particle of it. He
marched back and forth in front OF
the little doorway through which the
young Fox had vanished, kissing in
a way quite dreadful to hear. He
didn't put more than his bill inside
that doorway, for it was dark IN
there and he was too wise to take
any chances. The young FOX
couldn't understand what Mr.. Goose
was saying when he Kissed, but he
knew what he meant. He knew that
those Kisses meant that that gander
would do dreadful things to MN IL
only he had the chance.
Farmer Browns Boy didn't inter
fere for some time. You see, ne
wanted that young Fox to be SO
thoroughly frightened that he would
never again try to catch one OF those
geese, and he hoped that he would
be so badly frightened that he would
never again try to catch hen. But
at last he took pity on the young
Fox and drove the angry gander
away. Then he called to the young
Fox to come tut, but the young Fox
wouldn't. No, sir, he wouldn't. He
was too frightened to come out. He
was SO frightened that he didn't
so much as poke his little black nose
out again that day.
The next time Farmer Browns
Boy let the hens and the geese out
of the henyard that young Fox went
into his house and stayed there.
Never again so long as he was a
prisoner did he come out of his house
while the hens and the geese were
outside the henyard.
Copyright, 1922. by T. W. Burgess
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