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c Crouk, Crouk ! they d say, when one walked 

 politely with gentle tread amongst them, stretch 

 their heads up, and patter a little out of the way 

 with their short, feathered legs actually not at 

 tempt to fly. But I never expect to see a year like 

 that again,&quot; she sighed, regretfully. &quot; Excuse me 

 for mentioning it ; but this fulness in my stomach 

 has suggested the general condition of that time. 

 The King will be delighted to have this nice, fat 

 back-piece that I m taking home to him. He 

 did well to make you Lieutenant, Carcajou you 

 are a brainy Boundary Dweller. By my family 

 crest, the White Spot at the end of my Tail, I 11 

 never forget this kindness.&quot; 



&quot;Hear, hear!&quot; cried Whisky-Jack; &quot;you 

 make the snub-nosed Robber blush. I had no 

 idea how popular you were, Crop-ear. I Ve a 

 notion to bring out the Goodness ! &quot; he mut 

 tered to himself; &quot; I nearly gave it away. 

 Friendship is friendship, but butter is butter, 

 and harder to get.&quot; 



&quot; Bring out what? &quot; asked Pisew. 



&quot;The Castoreum, Prying-Cat,&quot; glibly an 

 swered Jay, cocking his head down and sticking 

 out his tongue at Lynx. 



&quot; I remember the year you speak of, Good 

 Widow ; I also was fat that Fall,&quot; said Marten. 



&quot; So was I,&quot; declared Wuchak, the Fisher 



