Benny Badger sitting there in the grass.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</SPAN></span></p>
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<h2>XVI</h2>
<h3>SPOILING A GAME</h3>
<p>Though the owl left him in such a rude
fashion, Benny Badger wasted no time in
thinking about what had just happened.
There was something far more worth
while that claimed his thoughts. For the
prairie dog village still remained where
it had been. And as Benny looked at it
he found it highly interesting.</p>
<p>Even as he glanced at the doorway of
the nearest house he caught sight of a
small head with bulging eyes, which
stared at him without blinking.</p>
<p>Benny moved nearer. And the head
promptly vanished.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Then Benny Badger smiled all over his
face.</p>
<p>"Ah!" he exclaimed. "Here's somebody
else at home!" And he looked all
around at a number of other doorways.
To his great delight he saw other eyes
peeping at him.</p>
<p>"There's a lot of 'em at home!" Benny
cried with great glee.</p>
<p>He never felt happier in all his life.
Everything was exactly as he would have
wished it. And he was just taking off his
coat, and trying to decide where he would
begin to dig, when something happened
that made him look very peevish. And he
slipped his coat on again, and lay flat in
the grass.</p>
<p>A coyote had come bounding up at exactly
the wrong time! And every one of
the prairie dogs promptly pulled his head
out of sight.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>If he noticed Benny at all, the coyote
must have thought him no more than a
heap of dirt. Anyhow, he paid no heed
to Benny, but went stalking through the
village with his tongue hanging out of his
mouth, looking sharply out of the corners
of his eyes at the houses he passed.</p>
<p>There is no denying that Benny Badger
was displeased. He wanted no sneaking
coyote at hand to spoil his plans. And
he was all ready to growl, when something
made him change his mind and close his
mouth.</p>
<p>The coyote walked through the village
and disappeared in the distance. And
here and there heads soon began to appear
in doorways.</p>
<p>But when Benny Badger stood up and
drew nearer to them, they dropped down
again.</p>
<p>The next moment a very angry lady<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</SPAN></span>
rushed up and began scolding Benny Badger
at the top of her voice. It was Mrs.
Coyote. "Go away from this village!" she
shrieked. "You're spoiling our hunting!"</p>
<p>"Whose hunting?" Benny Badger
asked her.</p>
<p>"Mine and my husband's!" she snapped.
"That was my husband that passed
by here a few minutes ago. Of course we
know the Prairie Dogs will all hide when
they see him. But they're so silly that
they're sure to bob up and stare at him
after he has gone along. And then"—she
said—"then's the time I dash up and
grab them."</p>
<p>Mrs. Coyote paused and glared at
Benny Badger. "You've spoiled my
game," she said. "You went and showed
yourself. And when they saw you, the
Prairie Dogs hid again."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Benny Badger looked at Mrs. Coyote
pleasantly enough.</p>
<p>"Why don't you dig for them?" he
asked.</p>
<p>But Mrs. Coyote didn't appear to care
for that idea in the least. She threatened
Benny Badger with dreadful things, if
he didn't leave at once. And then she hurried
on to find her husband.</p>
<p>Benny Badger was glad to see her go.
He was not at all afraid either of Mr. or
Mrs. Coyote—nor of both of them together.
And though he had spoiled their
game, he hardly thought that they would
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