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But it is clear that something must be done." "Something must be done," said the wood-pigeon, as he flew off. "Something must be done," repeated the dove. "Something must be done," said the owl, as he went down into the pollard to sleep the rest of the day. Off went the mouse as fast as he could go, anxious to get away from the neighbourhood of the weasel.

I'll tell him where, when and how you want to race, and there's no doubt that your plan will please him." "I hope it won't!" Grumpy Weasel snarled. "I've never pleased anybody yet; and I don't mean to." And that goes to show what an ill-natured scamp he was. Old Mr. Crow and Jimmy Rabbit had a good laugh over Grumpy Weasel's plan for a race with Jimmy. They thought it a great joke.

Then they sang, "My love is like the red, red rose" and "Pop goes the weasel, the queen's got the measles." They were all silly little ditties, but the personal allusions made them interesting to the girls, and there was a storm of applause from the upper windows after each one. Mrs.

At the same moment Peter Pegg grasped the fact that the Malay had not been disturbed by his movements, for he was gazing right away down the forest path facing the big door. "It must be somebody coming," thought Peter. "He sleeps like a weasel, with one eye open." He had proof the next minute that he was right.

Rolf shouted, for there, dead under the log, was an exquisite marten, dark, almost black, with a great, broad, shining breast of gold. They were going back now toward the beaver lake. The next trap was sprung and empty; the next held the body of a red squirrel, a nuisance always and good only to rebait the trap he springs. But the next held a marten, and the next a white weasel.

"Old Spot didn't get me this time!" he said gleefully. "Not by a jugful, he didn't!" Throughout Pleasant Valley the very name of Grumpy Weasel was a bugaboo. Those of his size, and many a good deal bigger than he, learned early to avoid him. One of the first things Sandy Chipmunk's mother did was to teach him to beware of Grumpy.

It's generally allowed there ain't the beat of them to be found anywhere. Spry as a fox, supple as an eel, and cute as a weasel. Though I say it that shouldn't say it, they fairly take the shine off creation they are actilly equal to cash."

Both birds betrayed symptoms of excitement; as the Weasel threaded its way amongst the rushes, so they fluttered from clump to clump or clung to the stems, uttering a note which is peculiar to times of distress, and followed it thus until finally it disappeared in a hedge.

A bird going down a deep narrow hole in the ground like a ferret or a weasel seemed very strange, and I thought it would be a fine thing to run forward, clap my hand over the hole, and have the fun of imprisoning him and seeing what he would do when he tried to get out.

But suddenly as he peered down and down into its depths, he profoundly saw a white living spot no bigger than a white weasel, with wonderful celerity uprising, and magnifying as it rose, till it turned, and then there were plainly revealed two long crooked rows of white, glistening teeth, floating up from the undiscoverable bottom.