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FOR
FRANCIS WILLIAM OF ULVA
——SOMEDAY! |
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THE TALE OF MR. TOD
I have made many books about well-behaved people. Now, for a change, I am going to make a story about two disagreeable people,
called Tommy Brock and Mr. Tod. |
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Nobody could call Mr. Tod "nice." The rabbits could not bear him;
they could smell him half a mile off. He was of a wandering habit
and he had foxey whiskers; they never knew where he would be
next. |
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One day he was living in a stick-house in the coppice, causing terror
to the family of old Mr. Benjamin Bouncer. Next day he moved into
a pollard willow near the lake, frightening the wild ducks and the
water rats. |
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