"You've come unasked," said the Stoat.
"I was brought," said the Fox Cub.
"That makes no difference," said the Stoat. "The wood belongs to US!"
"US! US! us!" the hillside caught the echo of it, and filled with sibilant voices.
"My plumed tail! You wait till Squirrel grows." "Never Mind Him," said the Stoat, "He's Silly"
"US-S-S-S-s-s!" it was the Stoat departing.
"US-S!" screamed the Squirrel, boldly, from his branch.
"You?" sneered the Fox Cub. "You simian rat! You fuzz-tailed, fish-eyed rabbit! Think of your teeth next time you wash your face."
