Shadow
said never a word in reply. He was too wise to do that. He just turned
his back on them. But all the time he was storing up in his mind all
these hateful things, and he meant, if ever he got free again, to make
life very uncomfortable for those whose foolish tongues were trying to
make him more miserable than he already felt.
But these little people with the foolish tongues didn't stop to think of
what might happen. They just took it for granted that Shadow never again
would run wild and free in the Green Forest, and so they just let their
tongues run and enjoyed doing it. Perhaps they wouldn't have, if they
could have known just what was going on in the mind of Farmer Brown's
boy. Ever since he had found Shadow in the trap which he had set for him
in the henhouse, Farmer Brown's boy had been puzzling over what he
should do with his prisoner. At first he had thought he would keep him
in a cage the rest of his life. But somehow, whenever he looked into
Shadow's fierce little eyes and saw how unafraid they looked, he got to
thinking of how terrible it must be to be shut up in a little narrow
cage when one has had all the Green Forest in which to go and come.
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