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When the willows say the suffering to you Follow my voice where reverence leads

From mountains providing to deep

balled sea

The birds brought up the wings of the breeze.

It's a grown much colder.

The last few flowers hanging on into the damp of late autumn

had a frail and easy look about them,

and the hedges already had the odd ball patch.

Their leaves caught in the browning grass and the spider's webs.

Badger, out for his morning constitutional,

always the same path, always the same distance,

sniffed at the cooling air and, granted with pleasure,

the thought of winter months by his own fireside

with his books and his memories for company.

It was just as he reached the fringes of the Wildwood

that his daydreaming was disturbed.

No, I won't.

No, no, no.

Mustn't contradict a grown up.

Especially not a grown up weasel.

Especially not me.

Ow!

It's...

Hello?

What's this?

Shall I give him the Chinese burnt cheese?

Oh, please, let me go.

Happy leave for school.

Ah, sir, is much better.

Very nice, very nice.

And of course I'll let you go.

Just as soon as you end over sixpence.

Oh, but I have to give it to teacher.

No marks for wrong answer.

You have to give it to me.

Oh, right.

You're on my path.

It's sixpence to walk on my path.

Right, right, quite right.

Oh, but sir, me mama be ever so cross if I give it to you.

Your mum, cross.

Have you ever seen me cross have you?

Why, you me?

Now then, none of that.

I...

Quack.

You...

Let that young fella go.

Ow!

Oh, oh, Mr. Badger, sir.

They were trained to do my school picnic money.

I know, Sonny.

I heard...

Oh, did you try to take it?

No, no, no.

We was collecting for elderly weasels.

It's the annual flat...

Your path, is it?

I...

Well...

And sixpence to walk on it.

Is it?

It's just a cheap little joke.

Well...

I'm on your path.

Would you care to take a sixpence from me?

Come and take a sixpence from me.

Well...

Come on.

All right, Mr. Badger.

We can't stand here arguing with the lights of you.

We've got things to attend to.

We'll be offering a ten to them before I attend to you.

No.

Come on.

Come on.

Right, Chief.

Come in.

Ew, rotten snake.

Oh, thank you, sir.

That's all right, Sonny.

But make sure that you go to school with the others in future.

You see where being late has got you.

Yes, sir.

Right.

Off you go.

Aah!

I'm going to interfere in all four.

I'll pay him back for this.

Mmm.

Quite right, Chief. Quite right.

Interfere me thus in a lawful execution of our affairs.

Just what I say, Chief.

No, I don't really. What does it mean?

It means you, Agent.

That is no right to stop us doing our job.

Ah!

Like taking sixpences from rabbits.

Yes.

Don't just stand there.

Go see if there's any more victims about.

Oh, yes, Chief.

Right, Chief.

Ugh, useless object, sir.

If I'd have had seven or eight of the other lads with me,

Mr. Badger, it might have been a different story.

Mmm.

But I'll get even with you.

You see if I...

Oh.

Now what?

Oh. Ohhh. Oh, Chief.

What is it?

Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh...

Ow!

Oh! What's the matter with you?

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh. Oh!

Oh! I've got myself a rock out of this thing.

Unsily with it there.

Someone's bound to walk into it.

Well, you, Agent.

That's what I meant to do.

The humor's put it there.

Hey.

It's a trap, your fool.

Another couple of inches and it would have had your leg.

I'd been like...

Like...

That!

Oh...

A trap, I...

Mm, yeah.

Hang on though.

Suppose a badger was to stumble into one of those.

Suppose a stupid interfering, earlier than their badger, got his leg in one of those.

That had quieted him down.

That'd show him...

Here you wake up!

Come on!

Come on!

Wake up!

Come on, come on!

Don't get your face!

I've got a little job for him!

That's right, that's right.

More leaves, more leaves, you idiots!

Yeah, yeah, that's better.

Now you two, and you two, set it...

Set it, Chief.

Set it open its jaws and set the catch.

Er...

Couldn't you do it, Chief?

No, you're full.

I couldn't.

Stop, weird.

It's a fore-ending job.

And suppose it's in Slippie.

Where would you be without me, eh?

Go on, get on with it.

Yes, Chief.

Right, Chief.

Well, go on, man.

You heard what the Chief said.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, new little piece.

You're on your side.

Here!

One more.

Right here.

Dummy, Chief.

Good.

Good.

Now leave it.

Get back to the eye, doubt.

And now what happens, Chief?

Now we leave it here, waiting till tomorrow morning, when you will be in ear.

Oh, all right, Chief.

Eh...

Why?

Because when Badger takes his regular little stroll, when he sets his great interfering foot

in my trap, when, bang!

I've got him!

You will come and tell me so!

And I will laugh, laugh!

Oh, yes, Chief.

Right now.

Off it to lot of you.

And you'll be here at dawn.

Dummy!

Yes, Chief.

Right, Chief.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Hey, what?

What's up?

Oh...

It's him.

Now, fight.

Oh, Mr. Badger, sir.

Oh.

Now, what?

You again?

I thought I told you not to go to school on your own.

Please, sir, I'm not going to school.

Oh, look here, young fella.

You can't just stay away from school because you feel like it.

No, sir.

There isn't no school.

That's right, sir.

It's Saturday.

Yeah.

Saturday.

Oh, yes, of course.

But please, will you come, Mr. Badger, sir?

Come.

Yes, it's the hedgehog, sir.

Whatever are you talking about?

Well, they say it's their fence, and my dad says no, it's not it's the rabbit.

And they say, oh, yes, he does.

And I think the amount started hitting one another soon.

And Dad said, go and get Mr. Badger.

He'll sort it out.

So, will you, sir?

Please?

Oh, dear me.

Fences and boundaries.

When property came in, peace went out, as my old father used to say.

Sir, please.

Very well, very well.

Lead the way, young fella Millad, lead the way.

Here, you can't.

No, what?

No.

Oh, he can't do that.

He'll miss the blessed trap.

Oh, lo me a shout out, get it in the neck.

The cheerful go...

Oh.

And on.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hehehe.

Now, he goes.

Then he comes back here.

Rabbit splings.

Bunchies splashes over there.

So...

Hehehe.

Yeah.

Now then.

Oh.

Careful, careful.

Hehe.

Hehe.

Very nice, Mr. Badger.

Very nice.

Hehe.

The chief will give me promotion for this.

He will that.

Hehehe.

Where's that, Egypt?

Why isn't he here?

Don't look up.

Ask me another.

He's mucked it up.

If he's let that Badger get away with it all.

Oh.

Oh.

Pickle him.

Yeah.

Right, go.

Oh, shaw.

Wait here.

I'm gonna sort this, blow me well out.

Hehe.

Very nice.

Hehe.

Very nice.

Now then.

Badger.

Pum, pum, pum, pum, pum.

Walkie, walkie.

Clung.

Gotcha.

Mr. Blooming Badger.

Hehehehe.

Whoops.

Whoa.

Clung.

Hehehehehe.

Hehehehehe.

Oh.

If he's dropped off our skinny mow, boy, mow, pickle him.

Oh, Badger.

I want ya.

Ah.

Now.

Just wait.

Just wait.

So Mr. Blooming Badger.

Don't let him get away.

Don't let him.

Hello.

Hehe.

Oh.

Here he is.

Oh.

Here he is.

Oh, no.

No.

Not a chief.

No.

Down you idiot.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, my dear fellow.

I do believe that was, it sounded like someone trapped.

Yes.

How terrible.

Look here.

We ought to see if we can help.

Yes.

Come on.

It seemed as if it came from Badger's way.

Oh, Rad.

But that wasn't Badger.

Oh.

It sounded more like...

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Is the lady wrong there?

Ratti, that sounds like... come on, Mo.

Ergum, it's the chief. He's been trapped.

What? The chief weasel, that villain?

You've got to help him. He's hurt, bud.

Oh, but Ratti, yes, you're right, Mo, of course. Weasel or Rabbit or one of us, it makes no difference. Not with a trap.

All right, we're coming, bleed away.

What are you doing?

Come on, get me out.

Look here, I'm sorry, but we just can't manage it.

Charm, manage it.

Can't manage it.

We're just not stoner. Where are all your friends?

Friends?

Friends?

Do you mean that king of idle layabouts that I have the misfortune to be the leader of?

Yes. Tell them where my friends are, you... inject.

Oh, erm, they've... they've... they've... they've gone to the races.

Dave, gone to the races. That's where they've gone now.

Boy them!

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

Who can have left the horrible thing here?

Well, it would be you shut or mouth.

No.

What are you going to say?

Ratti, look! It's Badger!

Thank heaven, it's just the chap we need. Badger, Badger!

My dear rat, and mole, whatever is going on.

You...

What of it? He's been trapped, Badger.

It's his leg. I'm afraid it's... and we can't get the jaws open.

Let's see.

Don't touch me!

Quiet, ma'am.

Ah... no?

You never will get them open. Too strong a spring.

Erm, leave it.

Leave it? Leave it? You miserable old foe, you don't care?

You just don't care.

Your cold, blind old hypocrite. I... I hate you, Badger. I hate you.

You... I... be quiet.

Don't you be quiet.

No. Ratti, mole.

All the traps to it. Why don't I get this between the teeth?

You, hold on to your chief.

Erm, right, go.

Hmmm, hateful devices.

Well, kind of a creature would put that there.

Please, sir. Please, sir.

Yes, young fella.

It was him. I've seen him.

Erm...

Er, no! Don't look at me. It wasn't my idea.

He told me to...

You blabbing ejets. Oh!

Well, I might have known...

As you sow, so shall he reap.

By Jove, yes. You've paid yourself out, Weasel.

That leg is badly bruised if not broke.

Isn't that nice for you and your clever friends?

No, it isn't. You may be a Weasel. You may be thoroughly evil, but you're still...

Alas, one of us.

Oh, are we ready?

Yes. Right.

No! No! No!

Nice, quick.

Oh, badger. Come on. Let's get a splint on that leg.

Then, you young rabbits. Get your home.

And you, all of you.

Off you go. Yes, Mr. Badger.

Thank you, Mr. Badger.

Here we are.

Thought this might do for a crutch.

Well done, Mole.

Right. That's that. Now you'd better get him home.

Yes, Gove.

Hey, our chief. I'll help you.

You clumsy ejets!

Oh, chief.

Well, at least that's taught him a lesson.

Perhaps he'll be a better creature now.

You don't know your Weasels, Mole. Weasels don't change.

You mark my words.

No, Ratty. Weasels don't change.

And neither do humans.

I'm afraid now.

We'll put this piece of mischief somewhere safe.

Not long. It's time to go home, my friends.

Time to go home.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Skilling the dream.

And the silver and gold.

From sunshine and shadows.

And days long ago.

Where people are members and stars unfold.

We love the tales you have taught me.

When the will of you just seem to know.

Though you can turn to them,

Which way to go,

Do I want you to be as one?

When the day will always take you back.