“Go now,” said the mouse. “No wait owl. But a what I like a say. You ’elp a mouse. One time a mouse ’elp a you. You want ’im ’e come.” “Frith in a pond!” muttered Bigwig, further down the run. “And so will all his brothers and sisters. I dare say the place’ll be crawling. Why don’t you ask them to dig us a burrow or two, Hazel?”
