CHAPTER XIV

Three Vain And Foolish Wishes

There’s nothing so foolishly silly and vain

As to wish for a thing you can never attain.

—_Old Granny Fox_.

We all know that, yet most of us are just foolish enough to make such a

wish now and then. I guess you have done it. I know I have. Peter

Rabbit has done it often and then laughed at himself afterwards. I

suspect that even shrewd, clever old Granny Fox has been guilty of it

more than once. So it is not surprising that Reddy Fox, terribly hungry

as he was, should do a little foolish wishing.

When he left home to go to the Old Pasture, in the hope that he would

be able to find something to eat there, he started off bravely. It was

cold, very cold indeed, but his fur coat kept him warm as long as he

was moving. The Green Meadows were glistening white with snow. All the

world, at least all that part of it with which Reddy was acquainted,

was white. It was beautiful, very beautiful, as millions of sparkles

flashed in the sun. But Reddy had no thought for beauty; the only

thought he had room for was to get something to put in the empty

stomachs of himself and Granny Fox.

Jack Frost had hardened the snow so that Reddy no longer had to wade

through it. He could run on the crust now without breaking through.

This made it much easier, so he trotted along swiftly. He had intended

to go straight to the Old Pasture, but there suddenly popped into his

head a memory of the shelter down in a far corner of the Old Orchard

which Farmer Brown’s boy had built for Bob White. Probably the Bob

White family were there now, and he might surprise them. He would go

there first.

Reddy stopped and looked carefully to make sure that Farmer Brown’s boy

and Bowser the Hound were nowhere in sight. Then he ran swiftly towards

the Old Orchard. Just as he entered it he heard a merry voice just over

his head: “Dee, dee, dee, dee!” Reddy stopped and looked up. There was

Tommy Tit the Chickadee clinging tightly to a big piece of fresh suet

tied fast to a branch of a tree, and Tommy was stuffing himself. Reddy

sat down right underneath that suet and looked up longingly. The sight

of it made his mouth water so that it was almost more than he could

stand. He jumped once. He jumped twice. He jumped three times. But all

his jumping was in vain. That suet was beyond his reach. There was no

possible way of reaching it save by flying or climbing. Reddy’s tongue

hung out of his mouth with longing.

“I wish I could climb,” said Reddy.

But he couldn’t climb, and all the wishing in the world wouldn’t enable

him to, as he very well knew. So after a little he started on. As he

drew near the far corner of the Old Orchard, he saw Bob White and Mrs.

Bob and all the young Bobs picking up grain which Farmer Brown’s boy

had scattered for them just in front of the shelter he had built for

them. Reddy crouched down and very slowly, an inch at a time, he crept

forward, his eyes shining with eagerness. Just as he was almost within

springing distance, Bob White gave a signal, and away flew the Bob

Whites to the safety of a hemlock-tree on the edge of the Green Forest.

Tears of rage and disappointment welled up in Reddy’s eyes. “I wish I

could fly,” he muttered, as he watched the brown birds disappear in the

big hemlock-tree.

This was quite as foolish a wish as the other, so Reddy trotted on and

decided to go down past the Smiling Pool. When he got there he found

it, as he expected, frozen over. But just where the Laughing Brook

joins it there was a little place where there was open water. Billy

Mink was on the ice at its edge, and just as Reddy got there Billy

dived in. A minute later he climbed out with a fish in his mouth.

“Give me a bite,” begged Reddy.

“Catch your own fish,” retorted Billy Mink. “I have to work hard enough

for what I get as it is.”

Reddy was afraid to go out on the ice where Billy was, and so he sat

and watched him eat that fine fish. Then Billy dived into the water

again and disappeared. Reddy waited a long time, but Billy did not

return. “I wish I could dive,” gulped Reddy, thinking of the fine fish

somewhere under the ice.

And this wish was quite as foolish as the other wishes.

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