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The
Badger
simply
beamed
on
him
.
"
That
's
exactly
what
I
say
,
"
he
replied
.
"
There
's
no
security
,
or
peace
and
tranquillity
,
except
underground
.
And
then
,
if
your
ideas
get
larger
and
you
want
to
expand
--
why
,
a
dig
and
a
scrape
,
and
there
you
are
!
If
you
feel
your
house
is
a
bit
too
big
,
you
stop
up
a
hole
or
two
,
and
there
you
are
again
!
No
builders
,
no
tradesmen
,
no
remarks
passed
on
you
by
fellows
looking
over
your
wall
,
and
,
above
all
,
no
weather
.
Look
at
Rat
,
now
.
A
couple
of
feet
of
flood
water
,
and
he
's
got
to
move
into
hired
lodgings
;
uncomfortable
,
inconveniently
situated
,
and
horribly
expensive
.
Take
Toad
.
I
say
nothing
against
Toad
Hall
;
quite
the
best
house
in
these
parts
,
as
a
house
.
But
supposing
a
fire
breaks
out
--
where
's
Toad
?
Supposing
tiles
are
blown
off
,
or
walls
sink
or
crack
,
or
windows
get
broken
--
where
's
Toad
?
Supposing
the
rooms
are
draughty
--
I
hate
a
draught
myself
--
where
's
Toad
?
No
,
up
and
out
of
doors
is
good
enough
to
roam
about
and
get
one
's
living
in
;
but
underground
to
come
back
to
at
last
--
that
's
my
idea
of
home
!
"
The
Mole
assented
heartily
;
and
the
Badger
in
consequence
got
very
friendly
with
him
.
"
When
lunch
is
over
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
'll
take
you
all
round
this
little
place
of
mine
.
I
can
see
you
'll
appreciate
it
.
You
understand
what
domestic
architecture
ought
to
be
,
you
do
.
"
After
luncheon
,
accordingly
,
when
the
other
two
had
settled
themselves
into
the
chimney-corner
and
had
started
a
heated
argument
on
the
subject
of
eels
,
the
Badger
lighted
a
lantern
and
bade
the
Mole
follow
him
.
Crossing
the
hall
,
they
passed
down
one
of
the
principal
tunnels
,
and
the
wavering
light
of
the
lantern
gave
glimpses
on
either
side
of
rooms
both
large
and
small
,
some
mere
cupboards
,
others
nearly
as
broad
and
imposing
as
Toad
's
dining-hall
.
A
narrow
passage
at
right
angles
led
them
into
another
corridor
,
and
here
the
same
thing
was
repeated
.
The
Mole
was
staggered
at
the
size
,
the
extent
,
the
ramifications
of
it
all
;
at
the
length
of
the
dim
passages
,
the
solid
vaultings
of
the
crammed
store-chambers
,
the
masonry
everywhere
,
the
pillars
,
the
arches
,
the
pavements
.
"
How
on
earth
,
Badger
,
"
he
said
at
last
,
"
did
you
ever
find
time
and
strength
to
do
all
this
?
It
's
astonishing
!
"
"
It
would
be
astonishing
indeed
,
"
said
the
Badger
simply
,
"
if
I
had
done
it
.
But
as
a
matter
of
fact
I
did
none
of
it
--
only
cleaned
out
the
passages
and
chambers
,
as
far
as
I
had
need
of
them
.
There
's
lots
more
of
it
,
all
round
about
.
I
see
you
do
n't
understand
,
and
I
must
explain
it
to
you
.
Well
,
very
long
ago
,
on
the
spot
where
the
Wild
Wood
waves
now
,
before
ever
it
had
planted
itself
and
grown
up
to
what
it
now
is
,
there
was
a
city
--
a
city
of
people
,
you
know
.
Here
,
where
we
are
standing
,
they
lived
,
and
walked
,
and
talked
,
and
slept
,
and
carried
on
their
business
.
Here
they
stabled
their
horses
and
feasted
,
from
here
they
rode
out
to
fight
or
drove
out
to
trade
.
They
were
a
powerful
people
,
and
rich
,
and
great
builders
.
They
built
to
last
,
for
they
thought
their
city
would
last
for
ever
.
"
"
But
what
has
become
of
them
all
?
"
asked
the
Mole
.
"
Who
can
tell
?
"
said
the
Badger
.
"
People
come
--
they
stay
for
a
while
,
they
flourish
,
they
build
--
and
they
go
.
It
is
their
way
.
But
we
remain
.
There
were
badgers
here
,
I
've
been
told
,
long
before
that
same
city
ever
came
to
be
.
And
now
there
are
badgers
here
again
.
We
are
an
enduring
lot
,
and
we
may
move
out
for
a
time
,
but
we
wait
,
and
are
patient
,
and
back
we
come
.
And
so
it
will
ever
be
.
"
"
Well
,
and
when
they
went
at
last
,
those
people
?
"
said
the
Mole
.
"
When
they
went
,
"
continued
the
Badger
,
"
the
strong
winds
and
persistent
rains
took
the
matter
in
hand
,
patiently
,
ceaselessly
,
year
after
year
.
Perhaps
we
badgers
too
,
in
our
small
way
,
helped
a
little
--
who
knows
?
It
was
all
down
,
down
,
down
,
gradually
--
ruin
and
levelling
and
disappearance
.
Then
it
was
all
up
,
up
,
up
,
gradually
,
as
seeds
grew
to
saplings
,
and
saplings
to
forest
trees
,
and
bramble
and
fern
came
creeping
in
to
help
.
Leaf-mould
rose
and
obliterated
,
streams
in
their
winter
freshets
brought
sand
and
soil
to
clog
and
to
cover
,
and
in
course
of
time
our
home
was
ready
for
us
again
,
and
we
moved
in
.
Up
above
us
,
on
the
surface
,
the
same
thing
happened
.
Animals
arrived
,
liked
the
look
of
the
place
,
took
up
their
quarters
,
settled
down
,
spread
,
and
flourished
.
They
did
n't
bother
themselves
about
the
past
--
they
never
do
;
they
're
too
busy
.
The
place
was
a
bit
humpy
and
hillocky
,
naturally
,
and
full
of
holes
;
but
that
was
rather
an
advantage
.
And
they
do
n't
bother
about
the
future
,
either
--
the
future
when
perhaps
the
people
will
move
in
again
--
for
a
time
--
as
may
very
well
be
.
The
Wild
Wood
is
pretty
well
populated
by
now
;
with
all
the
usual
lot
,
good
,
bad
,
and
indifferent
--
I
name
no
names
.
It
takes
all
sorts
to
make
a
world
.
But
I
fancy
you
know
something
about
them
yourself
by
this
time
.
"
