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Tale of Nimble Deer

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<h2>II</h2><h3>LEARNING THINGS</h3> Nimble's mother hadn't liked Mr. Grouse's remark about Foxes. Somehow she couldn't put Foxes out of her mind. And not once did she mean to let Nimble wander out of her sight. At first, when he was only a tiny chap, it was easy for her to keep her young son near her. But Nimble grew a little livelier with each day that passed. And it wasn't long before he began to annoy his mother and worry her, too. For he soon fell into the habit of dodging behind something or other, such as a baby pine tree or a clump of blackberry bushes, when his[Pg 14] mother wasn't looking. Every time she missed her spotted fawn the poor lady was sure a Fox had snatched him up and dragged him away. And when she found Nimble again she was so glad that she hadn't the heart to punish him. However, one day she talked to him quite severely. "Do you want a Fox to catch—and eat—you?" she asked him. "No, Mother!... Has a Fox ever eaten you?" "Certainly not!" Nimble's mother answered. "Do you expect to be caught by a Fox?" "No, indeed!" said his mother. "Then there can't be any great danger," Nimble remarked lightly. "Ah! There's always danger of Foxes so long as you're a little fawn," she explained. "When you're grown up—or[Pg 15] even half grown—no Fox would dare touch you. But if you wandered away alone at your tender age and you met a Fox——" Well, the poor lady was so upset by the mere thought of what might happen that she couldn't say anything more just then. But her son Nimble was not upset. "If I met a Fox," he declared bravely, "I'd be safe enough. I'd stand perfectly still. And he wouldn't be able to see me, on account of my spots." "Ah! But if the wind happened to be blowing his way he'd be sure to smell you," cried Nimble's mother. "And he would find you. And he would jump at you." "I'd run away from him then," said Nimble stoutly. His mother shook her head. "You're spry for your age. But you're[Pg 16] too slow to escape a Fox. You're not quick enough for that yet. You don't know how quick Foxes are. So look out! Look out for a sly fellow with a pointed nose and a bushy tail!" In spite of all these warnings Nimble didn't feel the least bit alarmed. And the older he grew the less he heeded his mother's words. He thought she was too careful. She seemed always to be on the watch for some danger. She was forever stopping to look back, lest somebody or something might be following her. Whenever she picked out a good resting place behind a clump of evergreens, out of the wind, she never lay down without first retracing her steps for a little way and peering all around. Then, of course, she had to walk back again before she sank down on the bed of her choosing. It all seemed very silly to young Nimble. [Pg 17]"What's the use," he finally asked her one day, "what's the use of fussing so much over your back tracks?" "You should always know what's behind you," said his mother. "Besides, I can't rest well if I'm uneasy." "Do you feel easy now?" he inquired, for she had just then lain down after giving her back tracks her usual attention. "Quite!" said Nimble's mother, as she closed her eyes and heaved a deep sigh of contentment. Her answer pleased Nimble. He smiled faintly as he watched her closely. And he chuckled when his mother's head nodded three times and then sank lower and lower. Presently Nimble rose to his feet, without making the slightest rustle. And very carefully he stole away. Contents <hr /> [Pg 18] <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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