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ch a hen pheasant on her nest； and it had contained only five eggs； two of them addled。 Mr。 Tod had had an unsatisfactory night。
As usual； when out of humor； he determined to move house。 First he tried the pollard willow； but it was damp； and the otters had left a dead fish near it。 Mr。 Tod likes nobody's leavings but his own。
He made his way up the hill； his temper was not improved by noticing unmistakable marks of badger。 No one else grubs up the moss so wantonly as Tommy Brock。
Mr。 Tod slapped his stick upon the earth and fumed； he guessed where Tommy Brock had gone to。 He was further annoyed by the jay bird which followed him persistently。 It flew from tree to tree and scolded； warning every rabbit within hearing that either a cat or a fox was coming up the plantation。 Once when it flew screaming over his head Mr。 Tod snapped at it； and barked。
He approached his house very carefully； with a large rusty key。 He sniffed and his whiskers bristled。
The house was locked up； but Mr。 Tod had his doubts whether it was empty。 He turned the rusty key in the lock； the rabbits below could hear it。 Mr。 Tod opened the door cautiously and went in。
The sight that met Mr。 Tod's eyes in Mr。 Tod's kitchen made Mr。 Tod furious。 There was Mr。 Tod's chair； and Mr。 Tod's pie dish； and his knife and fork and mustard and salt cellar； and his tablecloth； that he had left folded up in the dresser all set out for supper （or breakfast） without doubt for that odious Tommy Brock。
There was a smell of fresh earth and dirty badger； which fortunately overpowered all smell of rabbit。
But what absorbed Mr。 Tod's attention was a noise； a deep slow regular snoring grunting noise； coming from his own bed。
He peeped through the hinges of the half…open bedroom door。 Then he turned and came out of the house in a hurry。 His whiskers bristled and his coat collar stood on end with rage。
For the next twenty minutes Mr。 Tod kept creeping cautiously into the house； and retreating hurriedly out again。 By degrees he ventured further inright into the bed… room。 When he was outside the house； he scratched up the earth with fury。 But when he was inside he did not like the look of Tommy Brock's teeth。
He was lying on his back with his mouth open； grinning from ear to ear。 He snored peacefully and regularly； but one eye was not perfectly shut。
Mr。 Tod came in and out of the bedroom。 Twice he brought in his walking stick； and once he brought
in the coal scuttle。 But he thought better of it； and took them away。
When he came back after removing the coal scuttle； Tommy Brock was lying a little more sideways； but he seemed even sounder asleep。 He was an incurably indolent person； he was not in the least afraid of Mr。 Tod； he was simply too lazy and comfortable to move。
Mr。 Tod came back yet again into the bedroom with a clothes line。 He stood a minute watching Tommy Brock and listening attentively to the snores。 They were very loud indeed； but seemed quite natural。
Mr。 Tod turned his back towards the bed； and undid the window。 It creaked； he turned round with a jump。 Tommy Brock； who had opened one eyeshut it hastily。 The snores continued。
Mr。 Tod's proceedings were peculiar； and rather difficult （because the bed was between the window and the door of the bedroom）。 He opened the window a little way； and pushed out the greater part of the clothes line on to the window… sill。 The rest of the line； with a hook at the end； remained in his hand。
Tommy Brock snored conscientiously。 Mr。 Tod stood and looked at him for a minute； then he left the room again。
Tommy Brock opened both eyes； and looked at the rope and grinned。 There was a noise outside the window。 Tommy Brock shut his eyes in a hurry。
Mr。 Tod had gone out at the front door； and round to the back of the house。 On the way； he stumbled over the rabbit burrow。 If he had had any idea who was inside it he would have pulled them out quickly。
His foot went through the tunnel nearly upon the top of Peter Rabbit and Benjamin； but； fortunately； he
thought that it was some more of Tommy Brock's work。
He took up the coil of line from the sill； listened for a moment； and then tied the rope to a tree。
Tommy Brock watched him with one eye； through the window。 He was puzzled。
Mr。 Tod fetched a large heavy pailful of water from the spring； and staggered with it through the kitchen into his bedroom。
Tommy Brock snored industriously； with rather a snort。
Mr。 Tod put down the pail beside the bed； took up the end of rope with the hookhesitated； and looked at Tommy Brock。 The snores were almost apoplectic； but the grin was not quite so big。
Mr。 Tod gingerly mounted a chair by the head of the bedstead。 His legs were dangerously near to Tommy Brock's teeth。
He reached up and put the end of rope； with the hook； over the head of the tester bed； where the curtains ought to hang。
（Mr。 Tod's curtains were folded up； and put away； owing to the house being unoccupied。 So was the counterpane。 Tommy Brock
was covered with a blanket only。） Mr。 Tod standing on the unsteady chair looked down upon him attentively； he really was a first prize sound sleeper！
It seemed as though nothing would waken himnot even the flapping rope across the bed。
Mr。 Tod descended safely from the chair； and endeavored to get up again with the pail of water。 He intended to hang it from the hook； dangling over the head of Tommy Brock； in order to make a sort of shower…bath； worked by a string； through the window。
But； naturally； being a thin… legged person （though vindictive and sandy whiskered）he was quite unable to lift the heavy weight to the level of the hook and rope。 He very nearly overbalanced himself。
The snores became more and more apoplectic。 One of Tommy Brock's hind legs twitched under the blanket； but still he slept on peacefully。
Mr。 Tod and the pail descended from the chair without accident。 After considerable thought； he emptied the water into a wash basin and jug。 The empty pail was not too heavy for him； he slung it up wobbling over the head of Tommy Brock。
Surely there never was such a sleeper！ Mr。 Tod got up and down； down and up on the chair。
As he could not lift the whole pailful of water at once he fetched a milk jug and ladled quarts of water into the pail by degrees。 The pail got fuller and fuller； and swung like a pendulum。 Occasionally a drop splashed over； but still Tommy Brock snored regularly and never moved；except in one eye。
At last Mr。 Tod's preparations were complete。 The pail was full of water； the rope was tightly strained over the top of the bed； and across the windowsill to the tree outside。
〃It will make a great mess in my bedroom； but I could never sleep in that bed again without a spring cleaning of some sort；〃 said Mr。 Tod。
Mr。 Tod took a last look at the badger and softly left the room。 He went out of the house； shutting the front door。 The rabbits heard his footsteps over the tunnel。
He ran round behind the house； intending to undo the rope in order to let fall the pailful of water upon Tommy Brock
〃I will wake him up with an unpleasant surprise；〃 said Mr。 Tod。
The moment he had gone； Tommy Brock got up in a hurry； he rolled Mr。 Tod's dressing…gown into a bundle； put it into the bed beneath the pail of water instead of himself； and left the room also grinning immensely。
He went into the kitchen； lighted the fire and boiled the kettle； for the moment he did not trouble himself to cook the baby rabbits。
When Mr。 Tod got to the tree； he found that the weight and strain had dragged the knot so tight that it was past untying。 He was obliged to gnaw it with his teeth。 He chewed and gnawed for more than twenty minutes。 At last the rope gave way with such a sudden jerk that it nearly pulled his teeth out； and quite knocked him over backwards。
Inside the house there was a great crash and splash； and the noise of a pail rolling over and over。
But no screams。 Mr。 Tod was mystified； he sat quite still； and listened attentively。 Then he peeped in at the window。 The water was dripping from the bed； the pail had rolled into a corner。
In the middle of the bed； under the blanket； was a wet SOMETHING much flattened in the middle； where the pail had caught it （as it were across the tummy）。 Its head was covered by the wet blanket； and it was NOT SNORING ANY LONGER。
There was nothing stirring； and no sound except the drip； drop； drop； drip； of water trickling from the mattress。
Mr。 Tod watched it for half an hour； his eyes glistened。
Then he cut a caper； and became so bold that he even tapped at the window； but the bundle never moved。
Yesthere was no doubt about itit had turned out even better than he had planned； the pail had hit poor old Tommy Brock； and killed him dead！
〃I will bury that nasty person in the hole which he has dug。 I will bring my bedding out； and dry it in the sun；〃 said Mr。 Tod。
〃I will wash the tablecloth and spread it on the grass in the sun to bleach。 And the blanket must be hung up in the wind； and the bed must be thoroughly disinfected； and aired with a warming…pan； and warmed with a hot water bottle。〃
〃I will get soft soap； and monkey soap； and all sorts of soap； and soda and scrubb