place in such a mess (I'm told) it's not fit to be seen! Eating your grub, and drinking your drink, and making bad jokes about you, and singing vulgar songs, about—well, about prisons and magistrates, and policemen; horrid personal songs, with no humour in them. And they're telling the tradespeople and everybody that they've come to stay for good.'
'O, have they!' said Toad getting up and seizing a stick. I'll jolly soon see about that!'
'It's no good, Toad!' called the Rat after him. 'You'd better come back and sit down; you'll only get into trouble.'
But the Toad was off, and there was no holding him. He marched rapidly down the road, his stick over his shoulder, fuming and muttering to himself in his anger, till he got near his front gate, when suddenly there popped up from behind the palings a long yellow ferret with a gun.
'Who comes there?' said the ferret sharply.
'Stuff and nonsense!' said Toad, very angrily.
'What do you mean by talking like that to me? Come out of that at once, or I'll'
The ferret said never a word, but he brought
