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Badger
he
's
a
kind-hearted
gentleman
,
as
every
one
knows
--
"
"
I
understand
,
"
said
the
Rat
,
cutting
himself
some
rashers
from
a
side
of
bacon
,
while
the
Mole
dropped
some
eggs
into
a
saucepan
.
"
And
what
's
the
weather
like
outside
?
You
need
n't
'
sir
'
me
quite
so
much
,
"
he
added
.
"
O
,
terrible
bad
,
sir
,
terrible
deep
the
snow
is
,
"
said
the
hedgehog
.
"
No
getting
out
for
the
likes
of
you
gentlemen
to-day
.
"
"
Where
's
Mr.
Badger
?
"
inquired
the
Mole
as
he
warmed
the
coffee-pot
before
the
fire
.
"
The
master
's
gone
into
his
study
,
sir
,
"
replied
the
hedgehog
,
"
and
he
said
as
how
he
was
going
to
be
particular
busy
this
morning
,
and
on
no
account
was
he
to
be
disturbed
.
"
This
explanation
,
of
course
,
was
thoroughly
understood
by
every
one
present
.
The
fact
is
,
as
already
set
forth
,
when
you
live
a
life
of
intense
activity
for
six
months
in
the
year
,
and
of
comparative
or
actual
somnolence
for
the
other
six
,
during
the
latter
period
you
can
not
be
continually
pleading
sleepiness
when
there
are
people
about
or
things
to
be
done
.
The
excuse
gets
monotonous
.
The
animals
well
knew
that
Badger
,
having
eaten
a
hearty
breakfast
,
had
retired
to
his
study
and
settled
himself
in
an
arm-chair
with
his
legs
up
on
another
and
a
red
cotton
handkerchief
over
his
face
,
and
was
being
"
busy
"
in
the
usual
way
at
this
time
of
the
year
.
The
front-door
bell
clanged
loudly
,
and
the
Rat
,
who
was
very
greasy
with
buttered
toast
,
sent
Billy
,
the
smaller
hedgehog
,
to
see
who
it
might
be
.
There
was
a
sound
of
much
stamping
in
the
hall
,
and
presently
Billy
returned
in
front
of
the
Otter
,
who
threw
himself
on
the
Rat
with
an
embrace
and
a
shout
of
affectionate
greeting
.
"
Get
off
!
"
spluttered
the
Rat
,
with
his
mouth
full
.
"
Thought
I
should
find
you
here
all
right
,
"
said
the
Otter
cheerfully
.
"
They
were
all
in
a
great
state
of
alarm
along
River
Bank
when
I
arrived
this
morning
.
Rat
never
been
home
all
night
--
nor
Mole
either
--
something
dreadful
must
have
happened
,
they
said
;
and
the
snow
had
covered
up
all
your
tracks
,
of
course
.
But
I
knew
that
when
people
were
in
any
fix
they
mostly
went
to
Badger
,
or
else
Badger
got
to
know
of
it
somehow
,
so
I
came
straight
off
here
,
through
the
Wild
Wood
and
the
snow
!
My
!
it
was
fine
,
coming
through
the
snow
as
the
red
sun
was
rising
and
showing
against
the
black
tree-trunks
!
As
you
went
along
in
the
stillness
,
every
now
and
then
masses
of
snow
slid
off
the
branches
suddenly
with
a
flop
!
making
you
jump
and
run
for
cover
.
Snow-castles
and
snow-caverns
had
sprung
up
out
of
nowhere
in
the
night
--
and
snow
bridges
,
terraces
,
ramparts
--
I
could
have
stayed
and
played
with
them
for
hours
.
Here
and
there
great
branches
had
been
torn
away
by
the
sheer
weight
of
the
snow
,
and
robins
perched
and
hopped
on
them
in
their
perky
conceited
way
,
just
as
if
they
had
done
it
themselves
.
A
ragged
string
of
wild
geese
passed
overhead
,
high
on
the
grey
sky
,
and
a
few
rooks
whirled
over
the
trees
,
inspected
,
and
flapped
off
homewards
with
a
disgusted
expression
;
but
I
met
no
sensible
being
to
ask
the
news
of
.
About
half-way
across
I
came
on
a
rabbit
sitting
on
a
stump
,
cleaning
his
silly
face
with
his
paws
.
He
was
a
pretty
scared
animal
when
I
crept
up
behind
him
and
placed
a
heavy
fore-paw
on
his
shoulder
.
I
had
to
cuff
his
head
once
or
twice
to
get
any
sense
out
of
it
at
all
.
At
last
I
managed
to
extract
from
him
that
Mole
had
been
seen
in
the
Wild
Wood
last
night
by
one
of
them
.
It
was
the
talk
of
the
burrows
,
he
said
,
how
Mole
,
Mr.
Rat
's
particular
friend
,
was
in
a
bad
fix
;
how
he
had
lost
his
way
,
and
'
They
'
were
up
and
out
hunting
,
and
were
chivvying
him
round
and
round
.
'
Then
why
did
n't
any
of
you
do
something
?
'
I
asked
.
'
You
may
n't
be
blessed
with
brains
,
but
there
are
hundreds
and
hundreds
of
you
,
big
,
stout
fellows
,
as
fat
as
butter
,
and
your
burrows
running
in
all
directions
,
and
you
could
have
taken
him
in
and
made
him
safe
and
comfortable
,
or
tried
to
,
at
all
events
.
'
'
What
,
us
?
'
he
merely
said
:
'
do
something
?
us
rabbits
?
'
So
I
cuffed
him
again
and
left
him
.
There
was
nothing
else
to
be
done
.
At
any
rate
,
I
had
learnt
something
;
and
if
I
had
had
the
luck
to
meet
any
of
'
Them
'
I
'd
have
learnt
something
more
--
or
they
would
.
"
