and he tumbled into a roomy cavern under 

 one of the flagstones. Here it was always 

 cool, and he abandoned the door-step forth- 

 ^. -. with, sleeping through the drowsy August 



<% ft* i* days in the better place that his wits had 

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f* discovered. 



Now K'dunk, with good hunting in the 

 garden and with much artificial feeding at 

 our hands, grew fatter and fatter. At times 

 when he came hopping home in the morn- 

 ing, swelled out enormously with the un- 

 counted insects that he had eaten, he found 

 the space between the flagstones uncomfort- 

 ably narrow. Other toads have the same 

 difficulty and, to avoid it, simply scratch 

 the entrance to their dens a little wider; 

 but dig and push as he would, K'dunk 

 could not budge the flagstones. 



He scratched a longer entrance after his 

 first hard squeezing, but that did no good; 

 the doorway was still uncomfortably narrow, 

 and he often reminded me, going into his 

 house, of a very fat and pompous man try- 

 ing to squeeze through a turnstile, tugging 

 and pushing and tumbling through with a 



