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»Ghosts! Demons! Something in the dark!« called the brave general, and without waiting for Mouse or Frog he dashed off madly into the storm.
»Fiddlesticks,« the brave Mouse called after him. »Never have I known such a talker and such a coward.« She humped herself into a grey ball and rolled down the smooth sides of the china jug, peering about, for there certainly were queer noises coming from its far corners.
»Why, they’re just a parcel of friends,« she gasped when she discovered the wee folk crowded into the jug. »A good joke on the brave Sir Hedgehog this time!« She looked at the little creatures, and they looked at her.
