So after a couple more dashes across the glade he ventured within a few feet of the really watchful Vix, who sprang to her feet and pinned him in a twinkling.
"And the little ones picked the bones e-oh."
Thus the rudiments of their education were laid, and afterward as they grew stronger they were taken farther afield to begin the higher branches of trailing and scenting.
For each kind of prey they were taught a way to hunt, for every animal has some great strength or it could not live, and some great weakness or the others could not live. The squirrel's weakness was foolish curiosity; the fox's that he can't climb a tree. And the training of the little foxes was all shaped to take advantage of the weakness of the other creatures and to make up for their own by defter play where they are strong.
From their parents they learned the chief axioms of the fox world. How, is not easy to say. But that they learned this in company with their parents was clear.
Here are some that foxes taught me, without saying a word:—
Never sleep on your straight track.
