“Really, Mistah Buzzard? Really? Oh, I can't believe that your eyes are so sharp as all that! Now I know where Bowser the Hound is and where Farmer Brown's boy is, but I don't believe you can see them,” said Granny Fox. Ol' Mistah Buzzard never said a word but spread his broad wings and in a few minutes he had sailed up, up, up until he looked like just a tiny speck to old Granny Fox. Now old Granny Fox had not told the truth when she said she knew where Farmer Brown's boy was. She thought she would trick Ol' Mistah Buzzard into telling her. In a few minutes down came Ol' Mistah Buzzard. “Bowser the Hound is up in the old back pasture,” said he. “Right!” cried old Granny Fox, clapping her hands. “And where is Farmer Brown's boy?” “Farmer Brown's boy is...” Ol' Mistah Buzzard paused. “Where? Where?” asked Granny Fox, so eagerly that Ol' Mistah Buzzard looked at her sharply. “Yo' said you knew, so what's the use of telling yo'?” said Ol' Mistah Buzzard. Then he added: “But if Ah was yo', Ah cert'nly would get home right smart soon.” “Why? Do, do tell me what you saw, Mistah Buzzard!” begged Granny Fox. But Ol' Mistah Buzzard wouldn't say another word, so old Granny Fox started for home as fast as she could run. “Oh dear, I do hope Reddy Fox minded me and stayed in the house,” she muttered. XXIII. Granny Fox Has a Terrible Scare Old Granny Fox felt her heart sink way down to her toes, for she felt sure Ol' Mistah Buzzard had seen Farmer Brown's boy and his gun over near the house where Reddy Fox was nursing his wounds, or he wouldn't have advised her to hurry home. She was already very tired and hot from the long run to lead Bowser the Hound away from the Green Meadows. She had thought to walk home along shady paths and cool off, but now she must run faster than ever, for she must know if Farmer Brown's boy had found her house. “It's lucky I told Reddy Fox to go inside and not come out till I returned; it's very lucky I did that,” thought Granny Fox as she ran. Presently she heard voices singing. They seemed to be in the treetops over her head. “Happily we dance and play All the livelong sunny day! Happily we run and race And win or lose with smiling face!” Granny Fox knew the voices, and she looked up. Just as she expected, she saw the Merry Little Breezes of Old Mother West Wind playing among the leaves. Just then one of them looked down and saw her. “There's old Granny Fox! Just see how hot and tired she looks. Let's go down and cool her off!” shouted the Merry Little Breeze. In a flash they were all down out of the treetops and dancing around old Granny Fox, cooling her off. Of course, Granny Fox kept right on running. She was too worried not to. But the Merry Little Breezes kept right beside her, and it was not nearly as hard running now as it had been. “Have you seen Farmer Brown's boy?” panted Granny Fox.