The Adventures of Fleetfoot and Her Fawns

k. Frisky, the Red Fox Pup, had been creeping up on a flying squirrel, who sat nibbling the ripe berries of the Solomon's

sharp eyes, and he used them. And he had never seen a squirrel that cou

he suddenly spied a tangle of wild grape vine that hung in a c

often passed the vines when the fruit was green. Now his kee

he occasionally got a nibble from the low-hanging bunc

a tree-top, alighting on the very top of the grapevine canopy. And there she p

d and around the vines he circled,

the vine hugged a slanting tree trun

een laughing at him. But Frisky didn't mind that. It would take just a stretch

was a larger bunch. Frisky gave a leap, landing on his tip-toes on crossed vines. But the vines parted be

, hind legs tangled in the vines

ed him! But to no avail! He was a prisoner, just as surely as if

d downward from that grapevine, what he thought of th

, that Frisky redoubled his efforts to free himself

tale the Jay w

ack of all that went on in the f

ming at the top of his lungs: "A Fox! A Fox! Beware!"

, was doing Frisky a good turn, but the little

erybody," Tattle-tale was scre

w Tail, the Red Squirrel, maki

nx!" squealed Timothy Cottontail

"A lot I care!" And he rolled himself up into a

he was as helpless as a mouse in a trap. And here was the great cat, his ancient enemy, creeping, creeping, creeping

iled cat, with his cruel face, squared off with a fringe of whiskers that fra

ght sight of Frisky hanging there so helplessly, a

creeping up the tree trunk as silently as a shadow, and now he was gathering

gleaming teeth would end it all, so

his sleeve. His wits wer

l, the Red Squirrel, as he peere

having fox for supper. The only objection he

his black feet tapering so delicately and his white throat exposed, it

uscles and his murderous teeth and claws, whereas Frisky had t

saw the Lynx preparing, he thought of a way ou

eeches, by which he so often paralyzed his prey with fright. Th

beneath him, and he, too, went crashing down in a net-work that held him fast

free. Frisky made for a clump of greenbriar, for his leg had gone

Lynx to get

wild and tame, are mighty fond of their own skins, and Old Man Lynx was no exceptio

ng still. Not Frisky! He was struggling so hard to tear himself free th

he could hardly breathe. Eyes straining wide with fright, as he tugged this way and that, (for he was really caught fast again), he suf

great gray cat launche

e time Old Man Lynx had reached the sp

ir nose is their one best guide. Of this Fri

or one stumble and the other would be upon him. If it had been Mother Red Fox, she could have laughed at her pursue

taught him. Lynxes cannot swim. At least, they won't. The river was just off to the left, and with a quick

ed that swim he had let his tail get so wet and heavy that he had only reached the other bank by hanging

cross, that was the

ht drown. And if he remained on the same side

a heart's be

log? What luck! Frisky veered to the right, his long agile

he raced that half. Then one of his powerful forward leaps and

afraid to risk it. His disappointed screech sent sh

eved of worry than he burrowed into a

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