They dug and dug for hours.They could not tunnel straight on account of stones; but by the end of the night they were under the kitchen floor.Benjamin was on his back, scratching upwards.Peter's claws were worn down; he was outside the tunnel, shuffling sand away.He called out that it was morning--sunrise; and that the jays were making a noise down below in the woods.
Benjamin Bunny came out of the dark tunnel, shaking the sand from his ears; he cleaned his face with his paws.Every minute the sun shone warmer on the top of the hill.In the valley there was a sea of white mist, with golden tops of trees showing through.
Again from the fields down below in the mist there came the angry cry of a jay-followed by the sharp yelping bark of a fox!
Then those two rabbits lost their heads completely.They did the most foolish thing that they could have done.They rushed into their short new tunnel, and hid themselves at the top end of it, under Mr.Tod's kitchen floor.
Mr.Tod was coming up Bull Banks, and he was in the very worst of tempers.First he had been upset by breaking the plate.It was his own fault; but it was a china plate, the last of the dinner service that had belonged to his grandmother, old Vixen Tod.Then the midges had been very bad.And he had failed to catch a hen pheasant on her nest; and it had contained only five eggs, two of them addled.Mr.Tod had had an unsatisfactory night.
As usual, when out of humour, he determined to move house.First he tried the pollard willow, but it was damp; and the otters had left a dead fish near it.Mr.Tod likes nobody's leavings but his own.
He made his way up the hill; his temper was not improved by noticing unmistakable marks of badger.No one else grubs up the moss so wantonly as Tommy Brock.
Mr.Tod slapped his stick upon the earth and fumed; he guessed where Tommy Brock had gone to.He was further annoyed by the jay bird which followed him persistently.It flew from tree to tree and scolded, warning every rabbit within hearing that either a cat or a fox was coming up the plantation.Once when it flew screaming over his head-- Mr.Tod snapped at it, and barked.
He approached his house very carefully, with a large rusty key.He sniffed and his whiskers bristled.The house was locked up, but Mr.Tod had his doubts whether it was empty.He turned the rusty key in the lock; the rabbits below could hear it.Mr.Tod opened the door cautiously and went in.
The sight that met Mr.Tod's eyes in Mr.Tod's kitchen made Mr.Todfurious.There was Mr.Tod's chair, and Mr.Tod's pie dish, and his knife and fork and mustard and salt cellar and his table-cloth that he had left folded up in the dresser--all set out for supper (or breakfast)--without doubt for that odious Tommy BrockThere was a smell of fresh earth and dirty badger, which fortunately overpowered all smell of rabbit.
But what absorbed Mr.Tod's attention was a noise--a deep slow regular snoring grunting noise, coming from his own bed.
He peeped through the hinges of the half-open bedroom door.Then he turned and came out of the house in a hurry.His whiskers bristled and his coat-collar stood on end with rage.
For the next twenty minutes Mr.Tod kept creeping cautiously into the house, and retreating hurriedly out again.By degrees he ventured further in--right into the bedroom.When he was outside the house, he scratched up the earth with fury.But when he was inside--he did not like the look of Tommy Brock's teeth.
He was lying on his back with his mouth open, grinning from ear to ear.He snored peacefully and regularly; but one eye was not perfectly shut.
Mr.Tod came in and out of the bedroom.Twice he brought in his walking-stick, and once he brought in the coal-scuttle.But he thought better of it, and took them away.
When he came back after removing the coal-scuttle, Tommy Brock was lying a little more sideways; but he seemed even sounder asleep.He was an incurably indolent person; he was not in the least afraid of Mr.Tod; he was simply too lazy and comfortable to move.
Mr.Tod came back yet again into the bedroom with a clothes line.He stood a minute watching Tommy Brock and listening attentively to the snores.They were very loud indeed, but seemed quite natural.
Mr.Tod turned his back towards the bed, and undid the window.It creaked; he turned round with a jump.Tommy Brock, who had opened one eye--shut it hastily.The snores continued.
Mr.Tod's proceedings were peculiar, and rather uneasy, (because the bed was between the window and the door of the bedroom).He opened thewindow a little way, and pushed out the greater part of the clothes line on to the window sill.The rest of the line, with a hook at the end, remained in his hand.
Tommy Brock snored conscientiously.Mr.Tod stood and looked at him for a minute; then he left the room again.
Tommy Brock opened both eyes, and looked at the rope and grinned.There was a noise outside the window.Tommy Brock shut his eyes in a hurry.
Mr.Tod had gone out at the front door, and round to the back of the house.On the way, he stumbled over the rabbit burrow.If he had had any idea who was inside it, he would have pulled them out quickly.
His foot went through the tunnel nearly upon the top of Peter Rabbit and Benjamin, but fortunately he thought that it was some more of Tommy Brock's work.
He took up the coil of line from the sill, listened for a moment, and then tied the rope to a tree.
Tommy Brock watched him with one eye, through the window.He was puzzled.
Mr.Tod fetched a large heavy pailful of water from the spring, and staggered with it through the kitchen into his bedroom.
Tommy Brock snored industriously, with rather a snort.
Mr.Tod put down the pail beside the bed, took up the end of rope with the hook--hesitated, and looked at Tommy Brock.The snores were almost apoplectic; but the grin was not quite so big.
Mr.Tod gingerly mounted a chair by the head of the bedstead.His legs were dangerously near to Tommy Brock's teeth.
He reached up and put the end of rope, with the hook, over the head of the tester bed, where the curtains ought to hang.
