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Her big brothers urged Badgy's total uselessness as well as his growing love to burrow, forgetting how bravely he had always stood between his mistress and any real or fancied danger. The little girl cried bitterly as she begged for his life, and vainly offered the entire contents of her tin bank, now carefully hoarded for two years, to help repair the damage he had done.
The chickens set up a bedlam of noise, flying about from perch to perch and knocking one another off in their fright. But Badgy and the mink fought on, writhing in each other's hold, the mink striving to get a death-grip on Badgy's throat, while he tried as hard to rend the mink's body with his teeth and claws.
Pleased with her success, the little girl left him. But she had failed to reckon with Badgy's nature, and her plan was doomed. It was now early autumn, the time when Nature tells the badgers that they must provide themselves with a winter retreat, and Badgy could no more have kept from burrowing than he could have resisted eating a frog.
She was finally put to bed in an uncontrollable fit of grief. When she was gone, the memory of her tear-stained face melted her brothers' wrath. They even laughed heartily over Badgy's disastrous industry; and at last, relenting, they decided that he should live, provided he could be kept out of further mischief. The little girl heard the good news early in the morning and was overjoyed.
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