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ANIMAL STORIES 173
Burrs, the Briers, and the Hornets and all
other kinds of Insects with wings and stings,
and they knew all the sharp-edged Flints of the
country, too.
So, when the bower was built, it had in it for
furniture: a hornet s nest for a bed, thorns
for a carpet, sharp flints for a floor, and an
ant s nest for a seat.
Now it took the Badger until dark to untie the
hair-string, work as hard as he could. And he
was so tired and hungry that the thought of the
warm wigwam pleased him. But he had no
sooner entered than the thorns pierced his face,
and the flints cut his feet, so that he howled
with pain. Then he heard a voice which seemed
to be that of the younger Weasel, crying:
"Go to my sister over there." When he
tried to go, he stepped into an ant hill, and the
stinging they gave him was worse than the
scratches of the Briers. Then near him he
heard another voice, which he thought was the
older Weasel, saying:
Go to my sister over there. When he tried
to plunge through the darkness, not knowing
where he was going, he fell upon the hornets
nest and this was the worst of all.
The Badger now saw that the Weasels were
not in the wigwam at all, but were outside, ply
ing their magic. He knew that he had been
treated as he loved to treat other people. This