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The Wild Wood
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"Nowlookhere,you—youthick-headedbeast,"repliedtheRat,reallyangry,"thismuststop.Notanotherword,butscrape—scrapeandscratchanddigandhuntround,especiallyonthesidesofthehummocks,ifyouwanttosleepdryandwarmto-night,forit’sourlastchance!"
TheRatattackedasnow-bankbesidethemwithardour,probingwithhiscudgeleverywhereandthendiggingwithfury;andtheMolescrapedbusilytoo,moretoobligetheRatthanforanyotherreason,forhisopinionwasthathisfriendwasgettinglight-headed.
Sometenminutes’hardwork,andthepointoftheRat’scudgelstrucksomethingthatsoundedhollow.Heworkedtillhecouldgetapawthroughandfeel;thencalledtheMoletocomeandhelphim.Hardatitwentthetwoanimals,tillatlasttheresultoftheirlaboursstoodfullinviewoftheastonishedandhithertoincredulousMole.
Inthesideofwhathadseemedtobeasnow-bankstoodasolid-lookinglittledoor,paintedadarkgreen.Anironbell-pullhungbytheside,andbelowit,onasmallbrassplate,neatlyengravedinsquarecapitalletters,theycouldreadbytheaidofmoonlight
MR.BADGER.
TheMolefellbackwardsonthesnowfromsheersurpriseanddelight."Rat!"hecriedinpenitence,"you’reawonder!Arealwonder,that’swhatyouare