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They used to try to hold and brace themselves with their tails, too, but we had just big, ornamental tails in those days, covered with thick, bushy hair, and of very little use, like Mr. Squirrel's and Mr. 'Coon's." When Mr. 'Possum made that remark, Mr. 'Coon and Mr. Squirrel sat up quite straight, and were just about to say something, but Mr. Rabbit motioned to them and said "'Sh!" and Mr.
"It's a coon's age since I saw you not since you gave us that letter to those genealogical gentlemen in London." The consul hoped that it had proved successful. "Yes, but maw guessed we didn't care to go back to Hengist and Horsa, and when they let loose a lot of 'Debboroughs' and 'Daybrooks' upon us, maw kicked!
"I am glad I did not take one of those spoons," he thought to himself, for he remembered that he had intended to do so if Mr. Dog had not come in so unexpectedly. Of course Mr. Crow held back and let Mr. Possum do all the hunting until they came to Mr. Coon's bedroom, and then he said: "I have always heard that stolen goods are often hidden between beds. We might look there first."
"I'm going to your house in the pasture now; and I'll soon show you that you're mistaken about your front hall.... You come with me and lead the way, young fellow!" But Dickie Deer Mouse said he was so hungry that he couldn't go back just then. "I'm headed for the big beech tree to see if I can find a few nuts," he announced. At the mention of food Fatty Coon's face took on a different look.
I am very clever at finding things that are lost." Mr. Possum did not seem inclined to say anything, and Mr. Crow went on: "Why don't you come along with me to Mr. Coon's house and get him to show us his spoons. I am anxious to help you if I can. I know how I should feel if I lost some handsome tin spoons." This seemed to make Mr. Possum interested, so he walked along with Mr.
He rather thought that some squirrels lived inside that hole. And as he listened for a few seconds he could hear something moving about inside. Yes! Fatty was sure that there was a squirrel in there probably several squirrels. Fatty Coon's eyes turned green.
The coon's fierce mouth was squarely facing him at every turn and the dog plunged straight on his foe. To his horror the Boy saw the fangs sink into his friend's head, four sets of sharp claws circle his neck, a tense grey ball of fur hanging its dead weight below. The water ran red for a moment as both slowly sank to the bottom.
Clearing his throat, he said trying to do it casually: "By the way, Tom, where is Tusk Potter?" "I don't know, Cunnel; I ain't seen 'im for a 'coon's age." "Oh, nothing at all, nothing at all," the old gentleman hastily added, as though Tom had asked why he wanted to know. "Well, how about our proposition?" Brent inquired. "It's wu'th three hund'ed a acre," he grumbled.
Sheep, out in the farmer's pasture, called to her little lamb, "Baa!" and the sound of her voice echoed through the woods until it seemed as if all the trees were saying "Baa!" to each other. Then the woods became so still that Robert Robin could hear the sound of the waterfalls in the brook which flowed past Melancthon Coon's tree, way over in the middle of the woods.
Coon was the last to be called before her, and instead of being frowning and cross, as she had been to the others, she was all smiles. She said a lot of nice things to him, and when at last she sent him away, what do you think she had given him?" "More rings," cried Peter Rabbit. "Yes," replied Grandfather Frog, "Mr. Coon's tail was ringed way to the tip.
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