While he had sniffed and snuffed and snuffed and sniffed with that wonderful nose of his, trying to find out where she had gone, Old Granny Fox had trotted straight to the sunny knoll and there curled up to rest. Then, before she could reach home, Bowser the Hound had found her tracks and started to follow them. Those are always on guard, even when she is asleep, and at the least sound open fly her eyes, and she is ready to run. There she lay, curled up on the sunny little knoll on the edge of the Green Forest, fast asleep and dreaming. Bowser would have followed her straight there and so found out where she lived. It was of a chicken dinner, all the chicken she could eat. Granny certainly enjoyed that dream. It made her smack her lips quite as if it were a real and not a dream dinner she was enjoying.
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