San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-01-12
Foxy Grandpa's
Stories
Yes, There IL q Flying Fox.

Bobby was playing deck-tennis, and
Just as he started to make very nice
hackhand stroke something flew
through the air and Bobby gave it
bang instead of the ball, and down 1t
went on the hard deck Of the ship and
lay there quivering for moment.
We were all down on our hands and
knees in a moment. studying this new
passenger, which had arrived by an
air route, when Bobby exclaimed:
1T looks like bat"
"Too big for bat" said one Of the
passengers. why, its wings have
spread of four feet easily.
"Flying fox" said Bunny.
Doesn't look in the least like
fox to me-" said Bobby. Il never
heard of fox without fur or long
tail, and this creature hasn't the sign
of long tall"
Bobby seems to think that long
itails are so important" said Bunny
with contempt, giving his own little
one an indignant jerk.
1t was flying fox, and soon it got
It's breath and then spread its wings
and flew to the very top Of the main
mast.
"But how did it get here?" asked.
@Herc we are 200 miles from the coast
of India"
"That's not much Of flight for
flying fox. Foxy Grandpa" said Bun
ny, "and remember, they don't have
to stop for gasoline"
We watched the living airplane for
n while, and soon he took-off. Then
~ou, 1;v,, lilo urain
of dust far off toward the horizon.
wings must be very convenient, !"
murmured Bunny, as we turned to
watch Bobby finish his game Of deck
| tennis.
After landing in Calcutta and seeing
| the sights, we went up into the noun
tains of India and settled our
selves in a queer little inn for long
visit.
There was a grove Of trees around
this inn, and you know what a fine
place that is for boy and rabbit to
play in.
One evening toward sunset Bobby
came running out to me, and for a
moment he could not speak, he was so
excited.
Foxy Grandpa said he, II know
that there is tree out there in the
garden which didn't have any fruit on
it this morning, and now the whole
tree Is covered with some kind of fruit
that looks like figs"
Maybe things grow quickly here, !"
j chuckled.
"Please come ont and see il. Foxy
Grandpa" said Bobby, pulling me by
the hand.
"All right" said !. "Tll have to see
this strange, quick-growing fruit tree.
Perhaps Mr.. Burbank would like to
know about it."
Out into the garden we went and
Bobby led me to the tree. 1t was
dusk and we could not see very dis
tinctly. but at any rate the tree was
actually laden with hundreds OF
things which certainly did resemble
figs or plums or fruit like that.
L was just going to reach up and
pick one OF these interesting things
which had appeared so suddenly when
over my head there was n whirr and
like 4 shot into the tree flew a big
bat.
"F1ying-fox,' said Bobby, "just like
the one we saw that day on the
ship"
And then the racket started. All
OF the hundreds of what we thought
were some kind Of fruit began fight
ing and qunrreling and making such
racket that we could hardly hear
ourselves think. What we thought TO
be fruit were hundreds of flying-foxcs
hanging upside down on the limbs of
the tree asleep.
But what are they fussing about
so?" asked Bobby.
THAT late arrival woke them I'D
and they don't like IT," laughed Bun
| ny.
II know just how they feel, said
Bobby. Sometimes when you arc
out late at those Rabbit Conventions,
you make an awful noise coming to
bed and 1t wakes me up and | have
an awful time getting to sleep again."
Bunny just looked at me and wink
ed.