“Then listen,” said the Mouse. “There is a sum of money that, strictly speaking, ought to be divided between the Rabbit and myself. But the best way appears to be that I should have it all. But that is a little difficult so long as he is alive. So I come to you to ask you if you will kill him, provided I fill your knapsack with gold.”
“Upon that condition, yes,” said the ruffian. “But don’t attempt to break it, or I shall put an end to you as well as your friend.”
“Never fear. Rest assured you shall have it,” said the Mouse.
“Now for the details of the plot,” he continued. “I am going to propose to the Rabbit a private performance in front of your sentry-box. I shall say I have suggested it in order to vary the terrible dulness of your existence. Having finished our performance I shall lead the way straight forward, with our backs towards you. When we have gone a few steps I shall remark loudly, ‘That Sentry friend of ours is a smart chap; he knows how to handle the bayonet’. This is to be the signal for you to step quietly out of your box, and, pretending to stumble, stab the Rabbit in the back with your bayonet. This should be quite easy, for he is sure to be walking away on his hind-legs. He has fallen into that habit since he has taken to playing the drum. You and I will, of course, exhibit much grief, and declare that his death was an unfortunate accident. You see the plan offers no difficulty.”
“Then if the plan offers no difficulty, I won’t,” said the Sentry, with a cold-blooded laugh. “When is it to be carried out?”
“This very day, in about two hours’ time,” replied the Mouse. “Well, good-bye for the present, I think it is all very nicely arranged;” and he nimbly scurried back to tell the Horse that the Rabbit was to be killed by the Sentry; which he did with the utmost glee.
Perhaps, however, his glee would not have been so great had he known that whilst he was giving his account of what had occurred to the Horse, his wicked plan was at the same time being told to the intended victim!
This is how such a strange thing happened.
Whilst the Mouse and the Sentry were talking, they had forgotten that the Owl’s usual position was just behind the sentry-box. Or, if they thought of it at all, they gave no heed to the fact, being aware that the Owl was accustomed to sleep during the whole of the day.