REDDY FOX, THE BOASTER his fine coat was filled full of sand and no one would ever have guessed that this was Reddy Fox. “Haw! haw! haw!” shouted Blacky the Crow. Then everybody shouted “Haw! haw! haw!” and began to roll in the grass and hold on to their sides once more; everybody but Reddy Fox. When he could get his breath he didn’t look this way or that way, but just sneaked off to his home under the big hickory. And when Old Mother West Wind came with her big bag to take the Merry Little Breezes to their home behind the Purple Hills, Johnny Chuck waddled back up the Lone Little Path chuckling to himself, for that little feeling of discontent was all gone. He had found that after all he could do something better than anybody else on the Green Meadows, for in his heart he knew that none could dig so fast as he.
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