And those men. They clean forgot all about going home. They stood and talked over what a grand fight it had been. And you ought to have heard Tommy Peele’s father arguing with Louie Thomson’s about which was the best ratter to have about the barn, a skunk or a coon.
Mrs. Puss-Cat was so jealous she mi-aued right out loud—but nobody would pay any attention to her at all. Nobody but Watch, and he hid his grin, but he shook to the tip ends of his fur, laughing at her. So she held her tongue and put her crafty wits to work planning just how she could get the Woodsfolk all back to their pond—without quarrelling. You’d better believe after what she’d seen of their fighting she didn’t want any. She did it, too. But just how—that’s another story.
THE END