<h2><SPAN name="XIX" id="XIX"></SPAN>XIX</h2>
<h2>MR. WOODCHUCK MOVES</h2>
<p>Mr. Woodchuck was annoyed. And he
had good reason to be. The weather was
fine and he had planned to spend the whole
day sunning himself on a big rock not far
from his own dooryard. But he had
scarcely found a comfortable seat for himself,
after finishing his breakfast, when
he caught sight of Farmer Green and his
hired man coming across the fields. They
were headed straight for the pasture.
And Mr. Woodchuck began to complain
so loudly about his rest being disturbed,
and how mean it was of Farmer Green to
come poking about other people’s dooryards,
that Mrs. Woodchuck came to her<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</SPAN></span>
door to see what had happened.</p>
<p>As soon as she saw those men she called
her children all home. It was too bad.
But until the intruders had gone, their
underground house was the best place for
the whole Woodchuck family.</p>
<p>Mr. Woodchuck alone lingered in the
doorway. He made up his mind that he
would not go inside until he had to, anyhow.</p>
<p>A little later there came a terrible noise
like a clap of thunder. Even in their
house down there in the ground Mrs.
Woodchuck and her children felt the walls
shake.</p>
<p>“What can have happened?” she asked
her husband. He had come in somewhat
out of breath, soon after that frightful
sound.</p>
<p>“It seems to be a new kind of gun,” he
said, “though I didn’t notice that the men<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</SPAN></span>
brought one with them. It went off close
to an old stump; and you should have seen
the wood and dirt fly. The noise has given
me a headache. That is why I came into
the house.”</p>
<p>Now, Mrs. Woodchuck knew him very
well. And though he tried not to let her
know it, she saw that he was scared. But
she did not mention <i>that</i> to him. There
were the children, you know. She didn’t
want <i>them</i> to be frightened.</p>
<p>Now and then that booming, roaring,
thundering sound would burst upon their
ears again. And the earth would rock.
Each time that happened Mrs. Woodchuck
would go to her back door, where
she could not be seen easily, and peep out.
And what she saw filled her with fear.</p>
<p>Mr. Woodchuck did not help to make
the day any pleasanter, for he was forever
complaining about his lame back. He<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</SPAN></span>
claimed that he needed sunshine; and he
said that as soon as he could find time he
intended to report Farmer Green to the
Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to
Animals.</p>
<p>“This is almost enough,” he said, “to
make me move to the West. I have a
cousin who went there years ago. It
is a long way from here—at least a mile
the other side of Blue Mountain. Yes! I
would move at once—except that I will <i>not</i>
be driven out of my own house by anyone.”
He looked so fierce as he said that
that Billy Woodchuck thought there
could be no braver person in the whole
world.</p>
<p>Then something happened that made
Mr. Woodchuck change his mind very
quickly. A roar ten times louder than any
of the others seemed to split their ears
apart. Their house was swept by a great<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</SPAN></span>
gust of wind—a thing that had never happened
before. And strangest of all! their
chamber became light as day!</p>
<p>That was when Mr. Woodchuck moved.
He did not stop to take even a pocket-handkerchief
with him. But then, he left
in a great hurry.</p>
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