Doctor Rabbit and Brushtail the Fox | Page 3

ground as still as if he
were dead, was Brushtail the Fox. But he did not fool Doctor Rabbit in
the least. Doctor Rabbit knew instantly what Brushtail wanted: he
wanted Chatty Squirrel.
Because Brushtail lay so still and paid not the least attention to his
scolding, Chatty Squirrel became really puzzled. He stopped scolding
and said to himself, "Now I wonder if that old scamp is dead. He
certainly lies there very still, anyway. I believe I'll just slip down on the
ground for a minute and see. If he's just playing dead, he'll come after
me when I get on the ground. Then I'll know for sure, and I'll go back
up the tree in a hurry."
Chatty Squirrel scrambled down the tree, and as soon as he reached the
ground he began scolding Brushtail the Fox. He thought, of course, that
this would make Brushtail jump up if he were only playing dead; but

Brushtail paid no attention to Chatty. He lay as still as a dead fox.
Chatty Squirrel ran a little way toward him, but was afraid to venture
far. Just then he happened to see Doctor Rabbit hiding under the briar
patch, motioning for him to come over, and looking as though he knew
something very funny.
There happened to be another tree by the briar patch, so Chatty Squirrel
sprang right over to see what Doctor Rabbit wanted. Doctor Rabbit
whispered something in Chatty's ear, and then they chuckled softly to
themselves. The more Chatty thought about what Doctor Rabbit had
said, the more he laughed--not very loudly, of course, because he did
not want Brushtail the Fox to hear.
"Hurry along now before he gets up!" Doctor Rabbit whispered, and
away ran Chatty Squirrel back to the tree he had left. Chatty scrambled
back up the tree in a hurry, and began scolding Brushtail louder than
ever. He did not say a word about Doctor Rabbit, of course; he just
went right on scolding as if nothing had happened.
Now Brushtail the Fox was not dead, and as he lay there very still he
thought every minute Chatty Squirrel's curiosity would get the better of
him and Chatty would come down the tree and close enough so that he
could pounce upon him. But Chatty did just exactly what Doctor Rabbit
had told him to do.
"I wish," he said aloud, "that I knew whether Mr. Fox is really dead. He
lies so still I believe he is, and if he lies there much longer I shall have
to go down and see. Yes, I'll have to go down and poke him and see!"
Brushtail the Fox could scarcely keep from smacking his lips when
Chatty said this, but he did not move, of course. He lay perfectly still,
not even winking an eye, for he was very hungry, and he hoped Chatty
Squirrel would decide to hurry and come down.
And all the time that Chatty Squirrel up in the tree was scolding,
Doctor Rabbit was working at something in the near-by thicket. Chatty,
you see, was going to keep Brushtail's attention until Doctor Rabbit
played a good joke on old Brushtail.

BRUSHTAIL GETS A SCARE
Now, this was what Doctor Rabbit was doing in the near-by thicket. He
gathered some moss, and rolled it into a big ball. Then he took a bottle
of medicine from his medicine case. The bottle had ammonia in
it--spirits of ammonia, it was--and Doctor Rabbit poured the medicine
all over and through the big ball of moss.
My, but that ammonia smelled strong! I should say it did smell strong.
It was so strong, in fact, that Doctor Rabbit had to turn his head partly
away from the moss while he poured the medicine on it. Now Doctor
Rabbit had to be very, very careful. He picked up the ball of moss in
his front paws and walked toward Brushtail the Fox, who lay on the
ground with his eyes shut tight.
Chatty Squirrel kept up a very loud scolding as Doctor Rabbit slipped
up to Brushtail. Then when he was very near, Doctor Rabbit threw that
moss with all the terribly strong ammonia right on Brushtail's head and
over his nose. Brushtail got such a big whiff of the medicine that he
almost strangled. My, how he did jump and yell! He was terribly scared,
because he did not know for a minute what had happened.
Then he heard Chatty up on the limb laughing and shouting for joy.
Doctor Rabbit ran back to the edge of the thicket, and he was laughing
too. It certainly did look funny to see Brushtail the Fox standing and
staring at that moss as if he thought it was something alive.
When Brushtail saw that a joke had