The Tale of Benny Badger
SPEAKING OF GROUND SQUIRRELS
Benny Badger stared none too pleasantly at Mr. Coyote. He didn't like his visitor. And he wished Mr. Coyote would go away.
But Mr. Coyote seemed to be in no hurry to leave. On the contrary, he appeared to have plenty of time to spare. And if he noticed the frown on Benny Badger's face, he certainly acted as if it were the most agreeable of smiles.
"We were speaking of Ground Squirrels----" he began with a smirk.
Benny Badger interrupted him quickly.
"We were not!" he snapped. "I haven't mentioned Ground Squirrels," he growled.
Mr. Coyote fell back a few steps.
"Well, I know you're interested in them, anyhow," he continued, trying to act as if he were quite unruffled by Benny's rudeness. "You can't deny that, for unless I'm mistaken, you've just caught one here." And his bright eyes twinkled, for he thought he "had" Benny Badger there, and it would be of no use for Benny to deny it.
"You are mistaken," Ben