Вітер у вербах

           "Stiryourstumps,Toad,andlooklively!We’vegotyourhousebackforyou,andyoudon’tofferussomuchasasandwich."

           ToadfeltratherhurtthattheBadgerdidn’tsaypleasantthingstohim,ashehadtotheMole,andtellhimwhatafinefellowhewas,andhowsplendidlyhehadfought;forhewasratherparticularlypleasedwithhimselfandthewayhehadgonefortheChiefWeaselandsenthimflyingacrossthetablewithoneblowofhisstick.Buthebustledabout,andsodidtheRat,andsoontheyfoundsomeguavajellyinaglassdish,andacoldchicken,atonguethathadhardlybeentouched,sometrifle,andquitealotoflobstersalad;andinthepantrytheycameuponabasketfulofFrenchrollsandanyquantityofcheese,butter,andcelery.TheywerejustabouttositdownwhentheMoleclamberedinthroughthewindow,chuckling,withanarmfulofrifles.

           "It’sallover,"hereported."FromwhatIcanmakeout,assoonasthestoats,whowereverynervousandjumpyalready,heardtheshrieksandtheyellsandtheuproarinsidethehall,someofthemthrewdowntheirriflesandfled.Theothersstoodfastforabit,butwhentheweaselscamerushingoutuponthemtheythoughttheywerebetrayed;andthestoatsgrappledwiththeweasels,andtheweaselsfoughttogetaway,andtheywrestledandwriggledandpunchedeachother,androlledoverandover,tillmostof’emrolledintotheriver!They’vealldisappearedbynow,onewayoranother;andI’vegottheirrifles.