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"Why, they're coasting!" cried Grandpa Whackum. "And how they can do it without snow I don't see." "But I see!" said Uncle Wiggily. "Those two little beaver boys have taken my butter that I left outside of your house and with the butter they have greased the slanting log until it is slippery as ice. That's how they slide down on Nurse Jane's butter."
Ha, ha!" "Absent indeed!" grunted a knowing chairman, watching the receding figures of the three gentlemen; "body o' me! but it was the cane that was about to be absent!" Whackum. My dear rogues, dear boys, Bluster and Dingboy! you are the bravest fellows that ever scoured yet! SUADWELL: Scourers.
Faith, I was so entertained in the progress with one Count Epernoun, a Welch knight: we had a match at baloon too with my Lord Whackum for four crowns. Ger. And when shall's be married, my knight? Sir Pet. I am come now to consummate: and your father may call a poor knight son-in-law. Mrs. Touchstone.
Oh, I say, Uncle Wiggily! Can't you stop for a moment and say how-d'-do?" "Why, of course, I can," answered the bunny, and, looking around the corner of an old log, he saw Grandpa Whackum, the old beaver gentleman, who lived with Toodle and Noodle Flat-tail, the beaver boys. "Come in and sit down for a minute and rest yourself," invited Grandpa Whackum. "I will," said Uncle Wiggily.
Beavers, you know, are something like big muskrats, and they like water. Their tails are flat, like a pancake or egg turner. "Well, how are things with you, and how is Nurse Jane?" asked Grandpa Whackum. "Oh, everything is fine," said Uncle Wiggily. "Nurse Jane is well. I've just been to the store to get her some butter."
So Grandpa Whackum looked and he said: "Why, this is queer. I can only see beaver tracks and rabbit tracks near the stump. Only you and I were here and we didn't take anything." "But where is my butter?" asked Uncle Wiggily. Just then, off in the woods, near the beaver house, came the sound of laughter and voices cailed: "Oh, it's my turn now, Toodle." "Yes, Noodle, and then it's mine.
To add to his distress, "the earnings of his previous industry" we use the expression cherished by the wise Tomlinson waxed gradually less and less beneath the expenses of Bath; and the murmuring voices of his two comrades began already to reproach their chief for his inglorious idleness, and to hint at the necessity of a speedy exertion. Whackum. Look you there, now!
To add to his distress, "the earnings of his previous industry" we use the expression cherished by the wise Tomlinson waxed gradually less and less beneath the expenses of Bath; and the murmuring voices of his two comrades began already to reproach their chief for his inglorious idleness, and to hint at the necessity of a speedy exertion. Whackum. Look you there, now!
Oh, what fun we are having, aren't we?" "It's Toodle and Noodle my two beaver grandsons," said Grandpa Whackum. "I wonder if they could have taken your butter? Come; we'll find out." They went softly over behind a clump of bushes and there they saw Toodle and Noodle sliding down the slanting log of a tree, that was like a little hill, only there was no snow on it.
"And I'll leave my butter outside where it will be cool," for Grandpa Whackum lived down in an underground house, where it was so warm, in summer, that butter would melt. Grandpa Whackum was a beaver, and he was called Whackum because he used to whack his broad, flat tail on the ground, like beating a drum, to warn the other beavers of danger.
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