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And he went about his work as if there wasn't a cat within a hundred miles. Then, one day, he caught a glimpse of Miss Snooper. He peeped out from a chink in the woodpile and saw her sitting on a stick of wood. She was so near him that Master Meadow Mouse could have leaped upon her back in one spring. But he didn't do that.
He gazed at her with round eyes, for Miss Snooper looked very fierce, especially when she opened her mouth and showed her sharp teeth as she yawned. Master Meadow Mouse saw that she was a quite different creature from the awkward kitten whom he had bitten on the nose earlier in the summer. "Goodness!" thought Master Meadow Mouse, staring at Miss Snooper with great awe. "Goodness!
I wanted to see whether he'd fight or run." Meanwhile Miss Snooper climbed all over the woodpile. She could hear faint squeaks somewhere. And she was almost frantic because she couldn't squirm under the wood and find whoever was talking. It was almost morning before Moses Mouse and his wife dared to steal back to the farmhouse. When they left the woodpile Master Meadow Mouse left it too.
An alley-way opened before him, leading to what appeared to be another residence street. He was about to test the truth of this surmise when he heard a step behind him, and turning, encountered the heavy figure of the coachman advancing towards him, with a key in his hand. Zadok was of an easy turn, but he had been sorely tried that day, and his limit had been reached. "You snooper!" he bawled.
"Don't try that on the old lady!" he cried. "If you do, you'll be sorry." Miss Snooper MOSES MOUSE, who lived in the farmhouse, had warned Master Meadow Mouse. He had warned him to look out for Miss Snooper's nose. Master Meadow Mouse did not pay any great attention to his new friend's advice. He was building himself a new home in Farmer Green's woodpile.
Mouse balanced a bit of cheese on the end of his nose, exclaiming at the same time, "What a pity it is that Miss Snooper isn't here! How I'd like to offer her this delicious tidbit!" To his great surprise, none of his friends laughed. "Look out, Moses!" Mrs. Mouse cried the next moment. "Don't worry, my dear!" said he. "I shan't lose this nice piece of cheese. If I drop it I can find it again.
They landed on a shelving beach, and the two employers lay in collapse in the boat, while Kit and Shorty pitched the tent, built a fire, and started the cooking. "What's a hog-walloping snooper, Shorty?" Kit asked. "Blamed if I know," was the answer; "but he's one just the same." The gale, which had been dying quickly, ceased at nightfall, and it came on clear and cold.
"This is mutiny," Stine broke in. "You were engaged to obey orders." Shorty turned on him. "Oh, you'll get yours as soon as I finish with your pardner, you little hog-wallopin' snooper, you." "Sprague," Kit said, "I'll give you just thirty seconds to put away that gun and get that oar out." Sprague hesitated, gave a short hysterical laugh, put the revolver away and bent his back to the work.
And if Moses Mouse hadn't happened to glance up and see two eyes gleaming at him from over the edge of the box he would have had no reason for leaving his meal unfinished. At the moment, his mouth was crammed so full of raw potato that he could scarcely say a word. "Miss Snooper!" he gasped, all but choking over the words. And he vanished in a twinkling, hoping, of course, that Mrs.
So what happened during Miss Kitty Cat's absence from the farmhouse was really no more than any one might have expected. There were gay banquets in Mrs. Green's pantry at midnight. And among those present there was no one that had a better time than fat Mr. Moses Mouse. He was always the life of the party. He made jokes about Miss Snooper as he called Miss Kitty Cat.
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