Inside the house there was a great crash and splash, and the noise
of a pail rolling over and over.
But no screams. Mr. Tod was mystified; he sat quite still, and
listened attentively. Then he peeped in at the window. The water
was dripping from the bed, the pail had rolled into a corner.
In the middle of the bed under the blanket, was a wet flattened
somethingómuch dinged in, in the middle where the pail had
caught it (as it were across the tummy). Its head was covered by the
wet blanket and it was not snoring any longer.
There was nothing stirring, and no sound except the drip, drop, drop drip of water trickling from the mattress.