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“I know,” said Nibble, at last, “but it isn’t fair to tell. Why do you want her?”

“Why, I want her because we keep our cows in the barn, not in the wet woods like you silly Wild Things,” Watch answered, smiling. “It doesn’t matter, anyway. Do you think I can’t go sniffing around and find her for myself if you won’t tell?” And he ran out a sly, pink tongue.

“Well, she’s all wild and scary, ’specially of Men,” pleaded Nibble. “You remember how she chased Tommy before. You’d better take him to the barn first and come back after her alone.” Nibble still had an idea that Watch herded Tommy Peele the way he did the cows.

“That’s perfectly true, Bunny,” said Watch. And he went bounding off ahead of his Boy, urging him to hurry as though he had something particularly interesting to show him. And he had, but he didn’t know it.

As soon as they had finished the meal Tommy had brought them, Doctor Muskrat went off to sleep on his sun-warmed stone, spread out flat with his paws hanging over the edges, and Nibble went lipity, lipity up his tunnel in the thicket to tell the Red Cow Watch was asking for her.