"Yes! We have to be careful," said Mrs. Hen.
"And there's Peter Mink, too," Grumpy went on. "Don't leave an opening big enough for him! He can get through a small hole, too—any that's big enough for his head."
At that Mrs. Hen looked startled, as if she had just remembered something that made her feel uneasy.
"He couldn't get through a rat hole, could he?" she inquired nervously.
"Why—there isn't one here, is there?" Grumpy asked.
"There is an old one," she admitted. "It hasn't been used in my time."
"If I could see it I'd know at once whether Pete could crawl through it," Grumpy Weasel said, talking to himself—or so it seemed to Mrs. Hen.
"I'll show it to you gladly!" she cried. "Do come right in and look at our rat hole, Mr. Weasel!"