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Dog Fox, retiring In dls tin: "Oh Hounds, those benighted creatures I They're Just led around by their noses. Sense has nothing to do with It." Iten: "Don't be They put when you treat them to a ■ burst of yoursebtlestrunnlng."
Big Red, now Inside his hole: "Think I'll curl up for a snooze. Tell me when the fog lifts. Reckon that won't be till nighttime; then I'll go out and > get us a midnight snack." So Mrs. Fox posted herself -•^t the largest of her three den •..entrances and watched with -considerable amusement as some 30 fog-bound hunters jogged off after the lackadaisical but obedient pack. She noted ; with -interest that lots of young ^peolpe were home for the Thanksgiving weekend hunt. "Good sign," she thought. v*'Sport, not dying yet.” This alert, bright-eyed lit— Vtle creature had a habit of| chatting to herself. All summer1. • she used to natter on to her1 cubs, but they ran away from the den last month, as they always do every October, and • left her feeling rather lonesome for the while. The follow
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