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The Wild Wood

           

           Itwasalreadygettingtowardsduskwhenhereachedthefirstfringeoftreesandplungedwithouthesitationintothewood,lookinganxiouslyoneithersideforanysignofhisfriend.Hereandtherewickedlittlefacespoppedoutofholes,butvanishedimmediatelyatsightofthevalorousanimal,hispistols,andthegreatuglycudgelinhisgrasp;andthewhistlingandpattering,whichhehadheardquiteplainlyonhisfirstentry,diedawayandceased,andallwasverystill.Hemadehiswaymanfullythroughthelengthofthewood,toitsfurthestedge;then,forsakingallpaths,hesethimselftotraverseit,laboriouslyworkingoverthewholeground,andallthetimecallingoutcheerfully,"Moly,Moly,Moly!Whereareyou?It’smeit’soldRat!"

           Hehadpatientlyhuntedthroughthewoodforanhourormore,whenatlasttohisjoyheheardalittleansweringcry.Guidinghimselfbythesound,hemadehiswaythroughthegatheringdarknesstothefootofanoldbeechtree,withaholeinit,andfromoutoftheholecameafeeblevoice,saying"Ratty!Isthatreallyyou?"

           TheRatcreptintothehollow,andtherehefoundtheMole,exhaustedandstilltrembling."ORat!"hecried,"I’vebeensofrightened,youcan’tthink!"

           "O,Iquiteunderstand,"saidtheRatsoothingly."Youshouldn’treallyhavegoneanddoneit,Mole.Ididmybesttokeepyoufromit.Weriver-bankers,wehardlyevercomeherebyourselves.

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