Chapter XXXI: Blacky Is Much Pleased with Himself

CHAPTER XXXI BLACKY IS MUCH PLEASED WITH HIMSELF You cannot tell from a single feather what a bird looks like, nor from a lone hair how big a dog is. _Bowser the Hound._ Straight away towards the farm where Bowser the Hound was flew Blacky the Crow. Every few minutes he would caw encouragement to Reddy Fox, who, as you know, was following, but who of course could not travel as fast as did Blacky. In between times Blacky would chuckle to himself. He was mightily pleased with himself, was Blacky. In the first place his plan was working beautifully. You know