t might be some bad wolf, or fox, or
owl, crying because it hadn't any dinner, and didn't see anything to
catch to eat for supper.

"I must look out that they don't catch me," thought Bully, and he took
tight hold of the cocoanut, and peeked through the bushes. And what did
he see but poor Kittie Kat--you remember her, I dare say; she was a
sister to Joie and Tommie Kat--there was Kittie Kat, crying as if her
heart would break, and right in front of her was a savage fox, wiggling
his bushy tail to and fro, and snapping his cruel jaws and sharp teeth.

"Now I've caught you!" cried the fox. "I've been waiting a good while,
but I have you now."

"Yes, I--I guess you have," said poor Kittie, for the fox had hold of the
handle of a little basket that Kittie was carrying, and wouldn't let go.
In the basket was a nice cornmeal pie that Kittie was taking to
Grandfather Goosey Gander, when the fox caught her. "Will you please let
me go?" begged poor Kittie Kat.

"No," replied the bad fox. "I'm going to eat you up--all up!"

Well, Kittie cried harder than ever at that, but she still kept hold of
the basket with the cornmeal pie in it, and the fox also had hold of it.
And Bully was hiding behind the bushes where neither of them could see
him--hiding and waiting.

"Oh, I must save Kittie from that fox!" he thought. "How can I do it?"

So Bully thought and thought, and thought of a plan. Then he leaned
forward and whispered in Kittie's ear, so low that the fox couldn't hear
him:

"Let go of the basket, Kittie," he told her, "and then give a big jump
and run up a tree."

Well, Kittie was quite surprised to hear Bully whispering out of the
bushes to her, for she didn't know that he was around, but she did as he
told her to. She suddenly let go of the basket handle, and the fox was
so surprised that he nearly fell over sideways. And before he could
straighten himself up Kittie Kat jumped back, and up a tree she
scrambled before you could shake a stick at her, even if you wanted to.
You see, she never thought of going up a tree until Bully told her to.

"Here! You come back!" cried the fox, real surprised like.

"Tell him you are not going to," whispered Bully, and that's what Kittie
called to the fox from up in the tree, for, you see, he couldn't climb
up to her, and he still had hold of her basket.

"If you don't come down I'll throw this basket of yours in the water!"
threatened the bad fox, gnashing his teeth.

"Oh,