<h2><SPAN name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"></SPAN> CHAPTER XXII<br/> Granny Fox Plans To Get A Fat Hen</h2>
<p class="poem">
Full half success for Fox or Man<br/>
Is won by working out a plan.<br/>
—<i>Old Granny Fox</i>.</p>
<p>Granny Fox knows this. No one knows it better. Whatever she does is first
carefully planned in her wise old head. So now after she had decided that she
and Reddy would try for one of Farmer Brown’s fat hens, she lay down to
think out a plan to get that fat hen. No one knew better than she how foolish
it would be to go over to that henyard and just trust to luck for a chance to
catch one of those biddies. Of course, they <i>might</i> be lucky and get a hen
that way, but then again they might be unlucky and get in a peck of trouble.</p>
<p>“You see,” said she to Reddy, “we must not only plan how to
get that fat hen, but we must also plan how to get away with it safely. If only
there was some way of getting in that henhouse at night, there would be no
trouble at all. I don’t suppose there is the least chance of that.”</p>
<p>“Not the least chance in the world,” replied Reddy. “There
isn’t a hole anywhere big enough for even Shadow the Weasel to get
through, and Farmer Brown’s boy is very careful to lock the door every
night.”</p>
<p>“There’s a little hole that the hens go in and out of during the
day, which is big enough for one of us to slip through, I believe,” said
Granny thoughtfully.</p>
<p>“Sure! But it’s always closed at night,” snapped Reddy.
“Besides, to get to that or the door either, you have got to get inside
the henyard, and there’s a gate to that which we can’t open.”</p>
<p>“People are sometimes careless,—even you, Reddy,” said
Granny.</p>
<p>Reddy squirmed uneasily, for he had been in trouble many times through
carelessness. “Well, what of it?” he demanded a wee bit crossly.</p>
<p>“Nothing much, only if that hen-yard gate should <i>happen</i> to be left
open, and if Farmer Brown’s boy should <i>happen</i> to forget to close
that little hole that the hens go through, and if we <i>happened</i> to be
around at just that time—”</p>
<p>“Too many ifs to get a dinner with,” interrupted Reddy.</p>
<p>“Perhaps,” replied Granny mildly, “but I’ve noticed
that it is the one who has an eye open for all the little ifs in life that
fares the best. Now I’ve kept an eye on that henyard, and I’ve
noticed that very often Farmer Brown’s boy <i>doesn’t</i> close the
henyard gate at night. I suppose he thinks that if the henhouse door is locked,
the gate doesn’t matter. Any one who is careless about one thing, is
likely to be careless about another. Sometime he may forget to close that hole.
I told you that we would try for one of those hens to-morrow morning, but the
more I think about it, the more I think it will be wiser to visit that henhouse
a few nights before we run the risk of trying to catch a hen in broad daylight.
In fact, I am pretty sure I can make Farmer Brown’s boy forget to close
that gate.”</p>
<p>“How?” demanded Reddy eagerly.</p>
<p>Granny grinned. “I’ll try it first and tell you afterwards,”
said she. “I believe Farmer Brown’s boy closes the henhouse up just
before jolly, round, red Mr. Sun goes to bed behind the Purple Hills,
doesn’t he?”</p>
<p>Reddy nodded. Many times from a safe hiding-place he had hungrily watched
Farmer Brown’s boy shut the biddies up. It was always just before the
Black Shadows began to creep out from their hiding-places.</p>
<p>“I thought so,” said Granny. The truth is, she <i>knew</i> so.
There was nothing about that henhouse and what went on there that Granny
didn’t know quite as well as Reddy. “You stay right here this
afternoon until I return. I’ll see what I can do.”</p>
<p>“Let me go along,” begged Reddy.</p>
<p>“No,” replied Granny in such a decided tone that Reddy knew it
would be of no use to tease. “Sometimes two can do what one cannot do
alone, and sometimes one can do what two might spoil. Now we may as well take a
nap until it is time for Mr. Sun to go to bed. Just you leave it to your old
Granny to take care of the first of those ifs. For the other one we’ll
have to trust to luck, but you know we are lucky sometimes.”</p>
<p>With this Granny curled up for a nap, and having nothing better to do, Reddy
followed her example.</p>
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