Unc’ Billy Possum knew this, and that is why he dared Reddy to go the next morning to the foot of the hill where Prickly Porky the Porcupine lives, and where Peter Rabbit had had his strange adventure, and where Unc’ Billy himself claimed to have seen the same strange creature without head, tail, or legs which had so frightened Peter.  Unc’ Billy had said that he would be there himself up in a tree where he could see whether Reddy really did come or not, and so there was nothing for Reddy to do but to go and make good his foolish boast, if the strange creature should appear.  You see, a number of little people had heard him boast and had heard Unc’ Billy dare him, and he knew that if he didn’t make good, he would never hear the end of it and would be called a coward by everybody.

Reddy didn’t sleep at all well that afternoon, and when at dusk he started to hunt for his supper, he found that he had lost his appetite.  Instead of hunting, he spent most of the night in trying to think of some good reason for not appearing at Prickly Porky’s hill at daybreak.  But think as he would, he couldn’t think of a single excuse that would sound reasonable.  “If only Bowser the Hound wasn’t chained up at night, I would get him to chase me, and then I would have the very best kind of an excuse,” thought he.  But he knew that Bowser was chained.  Nevertheless he did go up to Farmer Brown’s dooryard to make sure.  It was just as he expected,—­Bowser was chained.

Reddy sneaked away without even a look at Farmer Brown’s hen-house.  He didn’t see that the door had carelessly been left open, and even if he had, it would have made no difference.  He hadn’t a bit of appetite.  No, Sir.  Reddy Fox wouldn’t have eaten the fattest chicken there if it had been right before him.  All he could think of was that queer story told by Peter Rabbit and Unc’ Billy Possum, and the scrape he had got himself into by his foolish boasting.  He just wandered about restlessly, waiting for daybreak and hoping that something would turn up to prevent him from going to Prickly Porky’s hill.  He didn’t dare to tell old Granny Fox about it.  He knew just what she would say.  It seemed as if he could hear her sharp voice and the very words: 

“Serves you right for boasting about something you don’t know anything about.  How many times have I told you that no good comes of boasting?  A wise Fox never goes near strange things until he has found out all about them.  That is the only way to keep out of trouble and live to a ripe old age.  Wisdom is nothing but knowledge, and a wise Fox always knows what he is doing.”

So Reddy wandered about all the long night.  It seemed as if it never would pass, and yet he wished it would last forever.  The more he thought about it, the more afraid he grew.  At last he saw the first beams from jolly, round, red Mr. Sun creeping through the Green Forest.  The time had come, and he must choose between making his boast good or being called a coward by everybody.  Very, very slowly, Reddy Fox began to walk towards the hill where Prickly Porky lives.