Can we eat a doormat? Or sleep under a door-mat? Or sit on a door-mat and sledge home over the snow on it, you exasperating rodent?” “Do—you—mean—to—say,” cried the excited Rat, “that this door-mat doesn’t tell you anything?” “Really, Rat,” said the Mole, quite pettishly, “I think we’ve had enough of this folly. Who ever heard of a door-mat telling anyone anything? They simply don’t do it. They are not that sort at all. Door-mats know their place.”
DOOR MATS
KNOW THEIR PLACE
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