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I'll let Jimmy Rabbit start twenty jumps ahead of me and we'll run till I catch him." Well, Mr. Crow laughed right out loud when he heard that. And he was about to tell Grumpy that he would have to run till the end of his days if he raced Jimmy Rabbit in any such fashion as that. But he saw all at once that such a race would be a great joke.
In a little while Grumpy believed he could venture out in safety. But suddenly, to his great disgust, a wagon came clattering in from the road and pulled up right beside the pile of empty barrels near him. It was Farmer Brown, driving his old horse Ebenezer. And of course Grumpy Weasel didn't care to show himself just then, especially with old dog Spot nosing around.
He has a grumpy sort of magnanimity of his own, however, and will usually let men alone if men will let him alone. But men are not prone to let anything alone; hence encounters are frequent; wounds, on both sides, are numerous; and death, on one or other side, is almost certain.
"Fat!" he burst out in a loud tone as he stared in Mrs. Wren's direction. "Who's fat?" "You are!" said a strange, grumpy voice right behind him or so it seemed to young Master Robin. When young Master Robin heard the strange voice that sounded so grumpy and so near him he was terribly frightened. He forgot that he thought himself grown up, and very wise, and quite able to go about alone.
People were apt to be wary of Tommy Fox when fine words dripped from his mouth like that. It usually meant that he was bent on some mischief. And now Grumpy Weasel looked at him suspiciously. "If you admire my clothes so much why don't you get some like them?" he demanded. Tommy Fox shook his head mournfully. "I'd like to," he said, "but I'm too humble a person to dress like a king, in ermine.
Tonnison was grumpy, and I felt out of sorts. It was a somewhat dismal day, and there was a touch of chilliness in the air. There was no mention of going out fishing on either of our parts. We got dinner, and, after that, just sat and smoked in silence. Presently, Tonnison asked for the Manuscript: I handed it to him, and he spent most of the afternoon in reading it through by himself.
Peter Mink asked his cousin. Grumpy Weasel said in a few ill-chosen words that he hadn't caught Jimmy Rabbit at all, and that somebody had played a trick on him. He looked directly at Mr. Crow as he spoke. "It wasn't Johnny Green, was it?" Mr. Crow inquired solemnly as he moved carefully to a higher limb. Grumpy Weasel could tell, then, without a doubt, that it was Mr.
I won't be grumpy any more. It would be a pity to break the spell, as you say. Will you explain to the prince?" "Certainly," he said, leading her on again. "I shall make it quite clear to him that Cinderella was not to blame. Here is our sitting-room at the end of this passage!" He stopped at the door and would have opened it, but Dinah, smitten with sudden shyness, drew back.
But I say," he added in a grumpy, husky voice, "is he always like that?" "Like what?" "On a sofa. Lying down." "Yes," said Christopher shortly. He had become almost as sensitive on that point as Aymer himself. "He must get a bit tired of it. Didn't he ever walk?" "Yes, of course. It was a shooting accident. Shut up, Sam, we all hate talking of it."
"Then you must be glad to leave him." "No, no," groaned Sebek. "You foolish old owl," said Mastor. "Why do you care then for that grumpy niggard?" The negro did not answer for some time, then his lean breast heaved and fell, and, as if the dam were broken through that had choked his utterance, he burst out with a mixture of loud sobs: "The children, the little ones, our little ones.
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