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Updated: May 12, 2025
The Lapdog knew many tricks and was a great favorite with his master, who often fondled him and seldom went out to dine without bringing him home some tidbit to eat. The Ass, on the contrary, had much work to do in grinding the corn-mill and in carrying wood from the forest or burdens from the farm.
This method of catching beavers was quite new to Bob, who had always seen his father and the other hunters of the Bay capture them in steel traps. It was his first lesson in the Indian method of hunting. That evening the flesh of the beavers went into the kettle, and their oily tails the greatest tidbit of all were fried in a pan.
Far from particular now was his appetite. Even Dango, the hyena, would have seemed a tidbit to that ravenous maw. And in this temper it was that the lion came upon the tribe of Kerchak, the great ape. One does not look for Numa, the lion, this late in the morning. He should be lying up asleep beside his last night's kill by now; but Numa had made no kill last night.
When this was ended, he took up his game, and, showing it to the party without a head, he cried: Here is a tidbit for an old mans Christmas never mind the venison, boy, and remember Indian John; his yarbs are better than all the foreign intments.
Sometimes this conduct did not reassure the uneasy bird, and she called again. Then he brought some tidbit in his beak, went to the edge of the nest, and fed her. Then she was pacified; but do not mistake her, it was not hunger that prompted her actions; when she was hungry, she openly left her nest and went for food.
One of the pair brought a black tidbit from a pine near by, and offered it to the other as he emerged into daylight. He took it from her bill, said chit, chickadese for thank you, and hastened back into the mine. Finally, on the 27th, after watching their operations a while from the ground, I swung myself into the tree, and took a seat with them.
Then the fearful ones flattened their faces against the unwashed window-pane to see what would happen. The little gray creature placidly nibbled a tidbit in a corner. Dorcas approached him. He lifted his head and regarded her. She faltered a little and glanced behind her. She even felt hastily of her skirts. The respect in the watching faces lightened a little.
All which could not be sent up to table was left as a rare tidbit for the servants, and they could boast of having tasted everything before the gentry were served. But where was Athalie? The whispering lovers thought she was with her mother, amusing herself in the kitchen.
Solomon exclaimed. "Then you can have no objection to sharing a specially nice tidbit with your own cousin." Dickie Deer Mouse shivered. But he did not dare move, with one of Simon Screecher's great, glassy eyes staring straight at him. And there was something else that did not help to put him at his ease: Solomon Owl seemed to be watching him likewise! "Haven't you dined to-night?"
Her massive, heavychinned face was untouched by makeup and suggested an equal innocence of other attentions. "Fertilizers! Poo! Expedients, Weener miserable, makeshift expedients!" Her unavoidable eyes bit into mine. "What is a fertilizer? A tidbit, a pap, a lollypop. Indians use fish; Chinese, nightsoil; agricultural chemists concoct tasty tonics of nitrogen and potash where's your progress?
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