The cat had been about to spring at Grandfather Mole again when Mr. Crow spoke to her. It was only natural that she should pause and turn her head. And she looked at Mr. Crow none too pleasantly.
"I'll thank you to mind your own affairs," she said, and her voice was not nearly so polite as her words. "No gentleman would interrupt a lady at her breakfast," she added.
Something seemed to amuse Mr. Crow, for he laughed loudly. The cat didn't[p. 9] know what he was laughing at. And after staring at him a few moments longer she turned her head to look at Grandfather Mole.
It wasn't more than ten seconds since she had taken her eyes off him. But Grandfather Mole had vanished.
III
A BREAKFAST LOST
When Farmer Green's cat looked around and discovered that Grandfather Mole had disappeared from the garden a puzzled look came over her face. She couldn't think where he had gone in just a few seconds.
But she knew then why Mr. Crow had laughed. And she was not pleased.