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So old Mr. Bouncer laughed; and pressed Tommy Brock to come inside, to taste a slice of seed-cake and "a glass of my daughter Flopsy's cowslip wine." Tommy Brock squeezed himself into the
rabbit hole with alacrity.
Then old Mr. Bouncer smoked another pipe, and gave Tommy Brock
a cabbage leaf cigar which was so very strong that it made Tommy
Brock grin more than ever; and the smoke filled the burrow. Old Mr.
Bouncer coughed and laughed; and Tommy Brock puffed and
grinned.
And Mr. Bouncer laughed and coughed, and shut his eyes because
of the cabbage smoke . . .
When Flopsy and Benjamin came back—old Mr. Bouncer woke up. Tommy Brock and all the young rabbit-babies had disappeared!
Mr. Bouncer would not confess that he had admitted anybody into
the rabbit hole. But the smell of badger was undeniable; and there
were round heavy footmarks in the sand. He was in disgrace; Flopsy
wrung her ears, and slapped him.