Murrum’s Revenge
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“Will you get out from there?” he hissed.
“No,” said Tubby. “I won’t. So Hinksman!”
This was more than Murrum could endure. He made one furious bound, and seized Tubby then and there by the neck. The Easter Chicken gave a piteous squawk, but there was no one to hear. In two jumps Murrum crossed the floor and was out through the kitchen window, with Tubby in his mouth. Down the path he sped, and across the parsley border to the big willow tree in the corner by the fence, and climbing up the trunk he dropped poor Tubby—plong—right down the dark hole in the middle!
“Now we’ll see,” said Murrum, “who’s master in this house!”
