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Excerpt: \"âScritch-scratch, scritch-scratch,â went a noise in the woods not very far away from the pond where Doctor Muskrat was telling a story to Nibble Rabbit and Stripes Skunk. Nibbleâs ears flew up; the doctor got ready to dive; Stripes hunched himself up and peered anxiously over his shoulder because the sound came from the only direction where he knew of a hole to hide in. The willows, where he first lived, were over on the far side of the pondâand Stripes simply hates to swim. His tail gets all soggy, so itâs just as if you tried swimming with all your clothes on. Scritchâr-r-rip! went the noise. Patter, patter, patter, came footsteps of somebody running. Then Nibble laughed. âHo! Itâs only old Tad Coon,â he said. âHeâs in kind of a hurry.â But when Tad Coon came out into the grassy space between the trees and the sand he was just strolling along as dignified as a duck in a puddle. âMorning, Doctor Muskrat,â he said politely. âHello, Nibble. Whoâs the visitor?â He knew all the time, but he was just pretending, to see what Stripes would do.\" |
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