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The Wild Wood

           "Hepeeredabouthimandconsidered."Lookhere,"hewenton,"thisiswhatoccurstome.There’sasortofdelldownhereinfrontofus,wherethegroundseemsallhillyandhumpyandhummocky.We’llmakeourwaydownintothat,andtryandfindsomesortofshelter,acaveorholewithadryfloortoit,outofthesnowandthewind,andtherewe’llhaveagoodrestbeforewetryagain,forwe’rebothofusprettydeadbeat.Besides,thesnowmayleaveoff,orsomethingmayturnup."

           Sooncemoretheygotontheirfeet,andstruggleddownintothedell,wheretheyhuntedaboutforacaveorsomecornerthatwasdryandaprotectionfromthekeenwindandthewhirlingsnow.TheywereinvestigatingoneofthehummockybitstheRathadspokenof,whensuddenlytheMoletrippedupandfellforwardonhisfacewithasqueal.

           "Omyleg!"hecried."Omypoorshin!"andhesatuponthesnowandnursedhisleginbothhisfrontpaws.

           "PooroldMole!"saidtheRatkindly."Youdon’tseemtobehavingmuchluckto-day,doyou?Let’shavealookattheleg.Yes,"hewenton,goingdownonhiskneestolook,"you’vecutyourshin,sureenough.WaittillIgetatmyhandkerchief,andI’lltieitupforyou."

           "Imusthavetrippedoverahiddenbranchorastump,"saidtheMolemiserably."O,my!O,my!"

           "It’saverycleancut,"saidtheRat,examiningitagainattentively."Thatwasneverdonebyabranchorastump.

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