Carroll and Brooks readers - a reader for the fifth grade . r all the world like awoolly spinning top! But life is not all play, even to little foxes, andyoung Renard was awakened every night by a pokein the back from his father, who wanted his companyon all nightly expeditions; for, strange as it may seemto us, foxes have lessons at night and sleep throughthe day, instead of having lessons through the day andsleeping at night. And sometimes little Renard wasgood at his lessons, and sometimes he was not. Very often, on catching sight of a pheasant or apartridge, instead of trailing his hind le
Carroll and Brooks readers - a reader for the fifth grade . r all the world like awoolly spinning top! But life is not all play, even to little foxes, andyoung Renard was awakened every night by a pokein the back from his father, who wanted his companyon all nightly expeditions; for, strange as it may seemto us, foxes have lessons at night and sleep throughthe day, instead of having lessons through the day andsleeping at night. And sometimes little Renard wasgood at his lessons, and sometimes he was not. Very often, on catching sight of a pheasant or apartridge, instead of trailing his hind legs out behindhim, as his father did, he would forget, and gallopstraight at his prey, and yelp with excitement, expect-ing the bird to sit still and be caught! Not till thepheasant was whirring away high in the air wouldhe remember that stealth and cunning alone will wina fox his daily bread. A FOX TALE 63 Hitherto little Benard had known no sorrow, and itcame to him very suddenly one night when he was outforaging with his father. They were creeping along. together, keeping as much under cover of the longgrass as possible, when Mr. Fox struck on a harestrail, and off the two set with their noiseless glidingmotion, their noses well to the ground, and their earsalive to every sound under the moon. All at once, when Mr. Fox was slinking under agate, he began to back and wriggle as if trying to es-cape from some unseen power. Young Eenard pulledup, watched the old fox anxiously for a moment, andthen, seeing a dark form approach, he fled, thinkingonly of the safety of his own red skin. 64 A READER FOR THE FIFTH GRADE Truth to tell, it was a poachers net into which theold fox had fallen, and the more he struggled to freehimself the tighter he became entangled. Feeling this,and hearing the poacher himself approaching, the cun-ning creature lay perfectly still, in the hope, no doubt,of escape by pretending to be dead. But the sly oldnetter was quite up to Renards tricks; and seeing tha
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