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"How do you know?" asked Peter, for Peter is very suspicious of Reddy Fox, and has to watch out for his tricks all the time. "Jimmy Skunk told me. He was up by Reddy's house early this morning and saw Reddy try to walk. He tried and tried and couldn't. You won't have to watch out for Reddy Fox for some time, Peter. Serves him right, doesn't it?
"The skunk only shot once!" Peter corrected him: "Three times. I fanned the hammer. Look at the target!" Bill looked at the target; his jaw dropped again; his eyes protruded. There were three bullet holes, almost touching each other, grouped round the nail in the center of Pete's tin plate. "Well, I'm just damned!" he said. "I'll swear he didn't shoot but once."
Jimmy Skunk stole three big eggs from the nest of old Gray Goose. Peter Rabbit and Jumper the Hare rolled up a great, tender, fresh cabbage. Boomer the Nighthawk said that he was very sorry, but he was on a diet of insects, which he must swallow one at a time, so to save trouble he had swallowed them as he caught them. Now Hooty the Owl is a glutton and is lazy.
"But I know to what extent the hound has robbed him," Jacky answered in a tone of such bitter hatred as to cause her companion to glance uneasily at the passionate young face before him. "I know, only too well. And right thoroughly has Lablache done his work. Say, Bill, do you know that that skunk holds mortgages on our ranch for two hundred thousand dollars? And every bill of it is for poker.
This thing of man-worship I am a stranger to; I don't like it; it taints every action of life; it is like a skunk getting into a house long after he has cleared out, you smell him in every room and closet, from the cellar to the garret. "I know nothing, by experience, of party discipline.
"Peter, Peter, whatever is the matter with those eyes of yours?" he exclaimed. "They certainly are big enough. I wonder if you ever will learn to use them. Half-seeing is sometimes worse than not seeing at all. Timmy cannot fly any more than I can." "What did I tell you?" cried Jimmy Skunk triumphantly. "But I've seen him fly lots of times!" persisted Peter.
An', says Dave, 'if any one was to ask you to figure out a pattern of the meanist human skunk you was capable of thinkin' of, wouldn't it honest, now! Dave says, 'honest, now wouldn't it be 's near like 'Lish Harum as one buckshot 's like another?" "My!" exclaimed Mrs. Cullom. "What did Mr. Smith say to that?" "Wa'al," replied Mrs. Bixbee, "he didn't say nuthin' at fust, not in so many words.
Now just as usual Jenny Wren was fidgeting and fussing about, and Jimmy Skunk grinned as he watched her. "Hello, Jenny Wren!" said he. "What are you doing here?" "I'm resting on my way home from the Old Briar-patch, if you must know, Jimmy Skunk!" replied Jenny Wren, changing her position half a dozen times while she was speaking. "Ho, ho, ho!" laughed Jimmy Skunk. "Do you call that resting!
And Jimmy Skunk, also tired and hungry and angry, started off up the Crooked Little Path to look for some beetles. But Peter Rabbit and Jumper the Hare sat down to enjoy the big head of cabbage, while close beside them sat Jerry Muskrat smacking his lips over his clams, they tasted so good.
"Well, I wouldn't be in any hurry, if I were you," said the horse dealer, bluntly. "What do you mean?" queried Pan. "Young Hardman is to be reckoned with." "Bah!" burst out Pan in a scorn that was rude, though he meant it for Hardman. "That pop-eyed skunk! What do I care for him?" "Excuse me, I would not presume to advise you," returned Wiggate stiffly. "Aw, I beg your pardon, Mr.
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