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Douglas English A Book of Nimble Beasts: Bunny Rabbit…

You are a mouse; a small mouse, with sharp-pointed toes, a blunted tail, and a warm-orange coat."
"How did you know that?" said the Harvest Mouse.
"I heard you, and I felt you, and I smelt you," said Bartimæus. "You ran up just before I put my nose out. I heard your tail flick after you. I heard the leaves crack underneath your feet. I felt and smelt your colour. If you lived underground like me, you'd notice things."
"Give me the sunshine," said the Harvest Mouse (its beauty doubled on her coat) . "If you could see what I can see you'd go back home."
Source: Gutenberg

Douglas English A Book of Nimble Beasts: Bunny Rabbit…

The alder-stump is populous still. Its core, now sapless, lifeless touchwood, is riddled through and through. Here moths-to-be, and flies-to-be, and beetles-to-be have spent their youth and fattened. Virtue still lingers in the roots, and, hidden by the forks and bends of them, quiet lives consume, or bide their time. Now and again a human hand "collects" them, now and again a mole, the skilfullest pupa hunter in the world.
Source: Gutenberg

Douglas English A Book of Nimble Beasts: Bunny Rabbit…

The bracken started midway down the slope, in straggling, wayward patches. These quickly joined in an unbroken mass, and, on the level ground, gained full luxuriance. A cart-track twisted through them, half of it clear to eyes above, half intercepted.
Beyond, the ground crept up once more—bracken gave place to bramble, bramble to coppice, coppice to the sky.
The Fox Cub's eyes missed nothing.
Movement above he saw—the brown owl changing station. Movement upon mid-slope—the dormouse in the brambles. Movement upon the cart-track—the shrewmouse worrying snails.
Source: Gutenberg

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