I don't want him to do that!" said Kittie.

"Never mind, perhaps he won't," suggested Bully. "Wait and see."

"Are you coming down and let me eat you?" asked the fox of the little
kitten girl, for the savage animal did not yet know that Bully was
hiding there. "Are you coming down, I ask you?"

"No, indeed!" exclaimed Kittie.

"Then here goes the basket!" cried the fox, and, just to be mean he
threw the nice basket, containing the cornmeal pudding--I mean pie--into
the pond of water.

"Oh! Oh! Oh dear!" cried Kittie Kat. "What will Grandfather Goosey
Gander do now?"

"Never mind, I'll get it for you, as I don't mind water in the least,"
spoke Bully, bravely.

So he started to hop out, to jump into the water to save the kittie
girl's basket, for he knew the fox wouldn't dare go in the pond after
him, as the fox doesn't like to wet his feet and catch cold.

Well, Bully was just about to hop into the pond, when he happened to
think of the package of cocoanut his mamma had sent him to get at the
store.

"Oh, dear! I never can get that wet in the water or it will be spoiled!"
he thought. "What can I do? If I leave it on the shore here while I go
after Kittie's basket the fox will eat it, and we'll have no cake. I
guess I'm in trouble, all right, for I must get the basket."

Well, he didn't know what to do, and the fox was just sneaking up to eat
him when Kittie Kat cried out:

"Oh, be careful, Bully. Jump! Jump into the water so the fox can't get
you!"

"What about the cocoanut?" asked Bully.

"Here, give it to me, and I'll hold it," said Kittie, and she reached
down with her sharp claws, and hooked them into the pink string around
the package of cocoanut and pulled it up on the tree branch where she
sat, and then the fox couldn't get it. And oh! how disappointed he was
and how he did gnash his teeth.

And then, before he could grab Bully and eat him up, the frog boy leaped
into the pond and swam out and got Kittie's basket and the cornmeal pie
before it sank. And then Bully swam to a floating log, and crawled out
on it with the basket, which wasn't harmed in the least, nor was the
pie, either.

And the fox sat upon the shore of the pond, and first he looked at
Bully, and wished he could eat him, and then he looked at Kittie, and he
wished he could eat her, and then he looked at the cocoanut, which
Kittie held in her claws, and he couldn't eat that, and he couldn't eat
the cornmeal pie--in fact, he had no