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Kitty sat disconsolately in the trap and eyed the bag.
The bag wobbled, turned over, and rolled within reach of Kitty.
"Winkiepeeps?" enquired Kitty in a horrified whisper.
"Oh, Sir, if you please, it's only me; oh please let me out; I'm nearly smothered!"
Kitty unstrapped the bag, which contained five mole skins, a brown and white fur of good quality but unpleasant smell, half a cat's tail, two young rabbits, partly eaten—and a hedgehog.
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