Bouncer because Tommy Brock was so fat and stumpy and grinning. It was not much of a joke, but it tickled old Mr. I shall have to turn vegetarian and eat my own tail!" said Tommy Brock. And the otters had cleared off all the frogs while he was asleep in winter-"I have not had a good square meal for a fortnight, I am living on pig-nuts. He complained bitterly about the scarcity of pheasants' eggs, and accused Mr. He sat in the sun, and conversed cordially with Tommy Brock, who was passing through the wood with a sack and a little spud which he used for digging, and some mole traps. They lay in a fluffy bed of rabbit wool and hay, in a shallow burrow, separate from the main rabbit hole.
The little rabbit-babies were just old enough to open their blue eyes and kick. Bouncer was in charge of the family that afternoon, because Benjamin and Flopsy had gone out. He lived with his son Benjamin Bunny and his daughter-in-law Flopsy, who had a young family. He sat in the spring sunshine outside the burrow, in a muffler smoking a pipe of rabbit tobacco. Tod they often talked over that painful subject. Bouncer they agreed in disliking the wicked otters and Mr. Now Tommy Brock did occasionally eat rabbit-pie but it was only very little young ones occasionally, when other food was really scarce. And the bed which he went to bed in, was generally Mr. His clothes were very dirty and as he slept in the day-time, he always went to bed in his boots. He ate wasp nests and frogs and worms and he waddled about by moonlight, digging things up.
Tommy Brock was a short bristly fat waddling person with a grin he grinned all over his face. Tod moved OUT because sometimes Tommy Brock moved IN (without asking leave). The houses were not always empty when Mr. He had half a dozen houses, but he was seldom at home. In winter and early spring he might generally be found in an earth amongst the rocks at the top of Bull Banks, under Oatmeal Crag. Next day he moved into a pollard willow near the lake, frightening the wild ducks and the water rats. One day he was living in a stick- house in the coppice, causing terror to the family of old Mr. He was of a wandering habit and he had foxey whiskers they never knew where he would be next. Tod "nice." The rabbits could not bear him they could smell him half a mile off. Now, for a change, I am going to make a story about two disagreeable people, called Tommy Brock and Mr. I HAVE made many books about well-behaved people.
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