Once there lived a farmer who was not a good caretaker. He did not have a proper house for the hens, chickens, geese, or ducks, and they all had to sleep wherever they could find shelter in the open barnyard. Old Fox, who lived in a hole over the hill, never had any trouble sneaking onto the farm and snatching a nice goose or a fat hen for his supper or his breakfast. Night after night, another bird went missing, and no one seemed able to stop it.
"Something must be done at once!" declared Madam Goose, flapping her wings in distress. "There will be no one left in the whole yard if this keeps on. Why, only last night Madam Gray Hen was carried off, and she has left all those poor little chicks behind. It is really too awful to think of!" "But what can we do?" asked Gray Goose helplessly. "The rooster does not know. I heard one of his family ask him, and he only said the master should take better care of us."
"So he should," replied Madam Goose firmly, "but he doesn't, so we must care for ourselves unless we wish to be carried off too. Let us go to the gander; he may be able to help us." "Come with us!" they called to the rooster and the black hen, who were talking together nearby. "We are going to see the gander and ask him to help us be rid of Old Fox over the hill!" So the whole group waddled and strutted across the barnyard to find the wise old gander.
The gander stretched out his long neck and blinked his eyes thoughtfully as he listened to their tale of woe. "You are right, something must be done," he said in his deep, calm voice. "And you are quite right in coming to me. I will think over the matter and give you my advice later." "Later!" screamed Madam Goose. "Later there will be no need for advice! There will be no one left to give it or to receive it! What we need is advice at once, and something that will rid us of Old Fox. He is eating the whole yard, one by one!"
"Well, well," answered the gander, standing on one foot and then the other. "I will think over the matter for a short time and then tell you my decision. You know, my dear madam, that great minds must have quiet to think out important matters. Leave me, I beg of you all, for a little while." As soon as the gander was alone, he waddled straight over to the pig-pen. "Mr. Pig," he said, "I am going to ask your advice. Old Fox over the hill is carrying off all the fowls and something must be done."
"Ugh, ugh," grunted the pig proudly. "I can tell you what will frighten him away. I will stay awake tonight and grunt at him. He will know better than to linger where I am!" "Thank you, thank you, Mr. Pig," said the gander, backing carefully away from the pig-pen. "I will tell my friends, and I am sure they will feel safe tonight." But once he was out of earshot, the gander shook his head. "Conceited fellow," he muttered. "I guess it will take more than his grunts to scare that foxy fellow."
Then the gander went to visit the donkey. "He isn't very wise," thought the gander as he waddled along, "but sometimes those who have the least wisdom speak wisdom without knowing it." "Mr. Donkey, I have come to ask your advice. Old Fox is carrying off our hens and geese. Something must be done to stop him, or soon there will be none of us left." The donkey puffed out his chest. "You have come to the right place for advice. Go back to your friends and tell them to have no fear. I am going to bray at Old Fox when he comes, and you will see he will not stay long when he hears my commanding voice!"
"Oh, how can I ever thank you?" said the gander politely, walking away. But once he was alone he shook his head again. "Foolish old donkey. I guess Old Fox has heard a donkey bray before this. I'll try the cow next." "Madam Cow," he began, "Old Fox is carrying off all the fowls. What would you advise?" "Oh, don't ask me, Mr. Gander," said the cow gently. "All I can do is moo, and Old Fox would no more mind that than the wind blowing. I wish I were wise enough to advise you, but I am not. But if I can help in any way, let me know."
"Thank you, Madam Cow," said the gander warmly, waddling away. "You may hear from me. We never can tell when we shall need the help of our friends." The next one the gander visited was the cat. "Can you help me, Madam Puss?" he began. "Old Fox carries off one or more of our number every night, and something must be done to stop it at once." The cat opened her mouth very wide and yawned, and the gander wondered if he had been wise in asking her. But Puss closed her mouth with a snap and sat up straight. "Of course I can help you," she said fiercely. "Did you ever see my claws?"
The gander backed away nervously as Puss held up her sharp, gleaming claws for him to see. "Leave it to me to protect the barnyard," she declared. "I will yowl and spit at Old Fox when he comes tonight, and I can tell you he will not come again!" "Thank you, thank you, Madam Puss!" said the gander, hurrying away. "My, but that was a narrow escape!" he muttered. "She positively looks awful when she opens her mouth." Then the gander stopped still and held up his head. "I have it!" he cried. "I have the very plan! I will get them all together and each shall do his part. I believe we can scare Old Fox away for good and all time!"
The gander went to the dog, who promised to bark. "Of course, there is no need of having the others around if I do that," said the dog. "But bring them along if you like; every little helps." That night, the donkey, the dog, the cat, the cow, and the pig were all gathered in the barnyard. Each one protested that the others were not needed -- all but the cow, who was modest and said she would simply help. Then the rooster came and offered to crow, and the geese were ready to quack. "Now you all must hide," said the gander, "and don't move until Old Fox gets right in the middle of the yard. Then jump up and do your worst!"
Old Fox waited until it was very late, and then crept over the hill and up to the farm. He listened carefully, and hearing no sound at all, he crept into the barnyard. He was just about to reach a fat goose when all the animals erupted at once! The dog barked, the pig squealed, the donkey brayed, the cow mooed, the geese quacked, the rooster crowed, and Puss, true to her word, yowled and sprang at Old Fox with her sharp claws! The fox was so frightened by the terrible noise that he forgot to run until Puss struck at him. Then he took to his swiftest speed and away he went over the hill and far, far away, never to be seen near that farm again. He told his friends that a most horrible animal lived there, big enough to eat them all, for he had seen at least twenty feet and claws and heads of all sizes!








