if you go to tearing my house to pieces."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</SPAN></span></p>
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<h2>XV</h2>
<h3>BENNY AND THE OWL</h3>
<p>Benny Badger smiled at the owl. He
thought he must be fooling.</p>
<p>"You're a joker, aren't you?" said
Benny. "But I never should have
thought it—you look so glum."</p>
<p>The owl seemed somewhat displeased.</p>
<p>"I've never made a joke yet," he declared,
"though I've no doubt I could, if
I should ever want to."</p>
<p>Benny Badger glanced from the owl to
the hole, and then back again at the
strange fellow.</p>
<p>"You don't mean to say you live here,
in this hole?" Benny exclaimed.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Certainly; I do," the owl replied
sharply.</p>
<p>Benny Badger couldn't understand
how that could be.</p>
<p>"But this is a prairie dog house," he
protested.... "Where's the chap that
built it? He must be around here somewhere."</p>
<p>"I don't know where he is, and I don't
care where he is," the owl answered. "I
drove him out of this house because I
wanted to live here myself. And I didn't
trouble myself to see where he went."</p>
<p>Benny Badger could hardly believe what
the owl told him. But he noticed that the
fellow had a sharp beak, and sharp claws
too.</p>
<p>"I should think you played a joke on
the prairie dog," he remarked at last.</p>
<p>"Should you?" said the owl. "If it
<i>was</i> a joke, it wasn't nearly as big a one<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</SPAN></span>
as I'll play on anybody that tries to drive
<i>me</i> away from here.... I drove a snake
away yesterday," he added. And he
looked very thoughtfully at Benny Badger,
as if he were picking out a soft place
in which to sink his cruel beak.</p>
<p>"You needn't be so touchy," said
Benny. "I'm not going to disturb you.
I'm sure I shouldn't care to live in your
house."</p>
<p>The owl was a peppery fellow. He
grew angry at once.</p>
<p>"Why not?" he demanded. "What's
the matter with my house?"</p>
<p>"I'll tell you," Benny replied. "It's a
second-hand one. And that's bad enough.
But it would be still worse if I took it
away from you, because then it would be
third-hand."</p>
<p>The owl looked daggers at him.</p>
<p>"You've insulted me!" he cried loudly,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</SPAN></span>
swelling himself up—or so it seemed.</p>
<p>"Have I?" Benny Badger inquired.
"Don't mention it! I'm sure you're quite
welcome." To tell the truth, he had not
the least idea what the owl meant.</p>
<p>Naturally, Benny's words only made
the owl angrier than ever. And he became
actually rude.</p>
<p>"If I were you," he spluttered, "until
I learned better manners I would dig a
hole somewhere, crawl inside it, and pull
it in after me."</p>
<p>Now, that was a new idea—for Benny
Badger. And he liked it.</p>
<p>"What fun that would be!" he exclaimed.
"Then when I wanted to go out
I'd have to dig my way again!"</p>
<p>The owl gave a queer cry. And looking
quite discouraged, he flew off and left
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