“Yes, ma’am.”
Thumper continued as Missy went to get the jacket. “All right everyone. If you’d still like to get in a little sport this morning, please come along. Missy will pretend to be the fox and the kids playing the hounds will try to follow her. The rest of us will follow them as we’d normally follow the pack, jumpers with me, second field with Mildred.”
Missy returned wearing the jacket, a reddish-brown windbreaker with the image of a fox’s head emblazoned on the back.
“Okay, then,” Thumper said. “Off you go, Missy. We’ll give you a good head start. Kids, you watch where she goes. Then when I give the signal, raise your voices and give chase.”
Missy was away quickly. When she was just about to go out of sight, Thumper hollered, “Tally-ho!”
The children raised their voices in a
