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At last Mr. Tod's preparations were complete. The pail was full of
water; the rope was tightly strained over the top of the bed, and
across the window sill to the tree outside.
"It will make a great mess in my bedroom; but I could never sleep in that bed again without a spring cleaning of some sort," said Mr.
Mr. Tod took a last look at the badger and softly left the room. He went out of the house, shutting the front door. The rabbits heard
his footsteps over the tunnel.