Oh, how frightened Sammie was. He began to tremble, and he
wished he'd started for home earlier. Then the fox crouched down and was
just going to jump on that little boy rabbit, when something happened.
Right up from that puddle of water, where Sammie had lost his ball,
sprang a little man in green. He was green all over, like Bully, the
frog, but the funny part of it was that he wasn't wet a bit, even though
he came up out of the water.
"Ha! What have we here?" he cried out, just like that.
"If--if you please, sir," began Sammie.
"It's my supper time!" cried the fox, interrupting, which was not very
polite on his part. "It's my supper time, and I'm hungry."
"I don't see anything to eat," spoke the little green man. "Nothing at
all," and he looked all around.
"If--if you please, kind sir," went on Sammie, "I think he intends to
eat me."
"What! What!" cried the little green man. "The very idea! The very
idonical idea! We'll see about that! Oh, my, yes, and a bushel of apple
turnovers besides! Aha! Ahem!"
Then he looked most severely at that fox, most severely, I do assure
you, and he asked: "Were you going to eat up my friend Sammie
Littletail?"
"I was, but I didn't know he was a friend of yours," replied the fox,
beginning to tremble.
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