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The ear should be soft, glossy, and like a mouse's coat to the touch, and the smaller it is the better. It should have no long coat or long fringe, but there is often a silky, silvery coat on the body of the ear and the tip. Whatever the general colour, the ears should be black or dark-coloured.
And in a minute or two the mouse's brave struggles grew more feeble. All this, however, the lashing and the wriggling and the jumping, had not gone on without much disturbance to the grass-tops.
Then hidden down in the hay they came across a mouse's home with four baby mice in it. They looked very small and young and funny. Their tiny eyes were shut tight. "You are cunning little things but you won't buy us a picnic," said Peggy. In the eaves of the barn they found a swallow's nest, but the baby birds had flown away. Only some pieces of eggshell were left.
Then I could see small legs on the fragment, and a tail like a mouse's. While I stood watching this feast in progress, a call came from across the road. It was not loud, and it was of a quality hard to express, not exactly harsh, nor yet musical. It was instantly answered by the two on the fence, and the one I was watching dropped his fresh meat and joined his parent.
I am also open to offers for Blackbeard, as he has announced his intention of lying in wait for me at the door every day, as a cat sits before a mouse's hole." In return he is obliged to hand in about a dollar and a quarter a day on ordinary occasions, a dollar and a half on the days preceding great festivals, and two dollars and a half on festival days.
The leafing of the elm has from time immemorial been made to regulate agricultural operations, and hence the old rule: "When the elmen leaf is as big as a mouse's ear, Then to sow barley never fear. When the elmen leaf is as big as an ox's eye, Then say I, 'Hie, boys, hie!" A Warwickshire variation is: "When elm leaves are big as a shilling, Plant kidney beans, if to plant 'em you're willing.
But it then seemed at every moment as if the man who was leaning on the taffrail must espy us, it always is hard for the person in the dark, who sees what is near the light, to realize that he himself remains invisible, and a thousand fears swept over me. There came now from somewhere on our right a whisper no louder than a mouse's hiss of warning or of threat. I scarcely was aware of it.
Another laugh this one weird and hollow boomed out from the hemlock tree just above Mr. Meadow Mouse's head. He jumped, in spite of himself did Mr. Meadow Mouse. And so, too, did Grumpy Weasel. Both of them leaped for the old stone wall. And each flashed into a crevice between the stones, though Grumpy Weasel was ever so much the quicker of the two.
Have you ever seen a mouse's eyes close? Upon my word, they are wonderfully beautiful, and it's uncommonly difficult to hurt a creature with fine eyes. I didn't touch it, and as I was going out I looked back, and the mouse was looking after me.
I'll come back here to-morrow. For that's what the sign tells me to do." And the next day he returned. He grinned from ear to ear as he read what the sign said: "At Home. Don't Knock. Walk In." Then he thrust his long, sharp nose right through Master Meadow Mouse's doorway. There was nobody there. And Tommy Fox looked silly as anything. "Fooled!" he growled. "Fooled by a Meadow Mouse!
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