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This house was something between a cave； a prison； and a tumbledown pigsty。 There was a strong door； which was shut and locked。
The setting sun made the window panes glow like red flame； but the kitchen fire was not alight。 It was neatly laid with dry sticks； as the rabbits could see； when they peeped through the window。
Benjamin sighed with relief。
But there were preparations upon the kitchen table which made him shudder。 There was an immense empty pie dish of blue wil…
low pattern； and a large carving knife and fork； and a chopper。
At the other end of the table was a partly unfolded tablecloth； a plate； a tumbler； a knife and fork； salt cellar； mustard and a chair in short； preparations for one person's supper。
No person was to be seen； and no young rabbits。 The kitchen was empty and silent； the clock had run down。 Peter and Benjamin flattened their noses against the window； and stared into the dusk。
Then they scrambled round the rocks to the other side of the house。 It was damp and smelly； and over… grown with thorns and briars。
The rabbits shivered in their shoes。
〃Oh my poor rabbit babies！ What a dreadful place； I shall never see them again！〃 sighed Benjamin。
They crept up to the bedroom window。 It was closed and bolted like the kitchen。 But there were signs that this window had been recently open； the cobwebs were disturbed； and there were fresh dirty footmarks upon the windowsill。
The room inside was so dark that at first they could make out nothing； but they could hear a noisea slow deep regular snoring grunt。 And as their eyes became accustomed to the darkness； they perceived that somebody was asleep on Mr。 Tod's bed； curled up under the blanket。〃He has gone to bed in his boots；〃 whispered Peter。
Benjamin； who was all of atwitter； pulled Peter off the windowsill。
Tommy Brock's snores continued； grunty and regular from Mr。 Tod's bed。 Nothing could be seen of the young family。
The sun had set； an owl began to hoot in the wood。 There were many unpleasant things lying about that had much better have been buried； rabbit bones and skulls； and chickens' legs and other horrors。 It was a shocking place； and very dark。
They went back to the front of the house； and tried in every way to move the bolt of the kitchen window。 They tried to push up a rusty nail between the window sashes； but it was of no use； especially without a light。
They sat side by side outside the window； whispering and listening。
In half an hour the moon rose over the wood。 It shone full and clear and cold； upon the house； amongst the rocks； and in at the kitchen window。 But alas； no little rabbit babies were to be seen！ The moonbeams twinkled on the carving knife and the pie dish； and made a path of brightness across the dirty floor。
The light showed a little door in a wall beside the kitchen fireplace a little iron door belonging to a brick oven of that old…fashioned sort that used to be heated with faggots of wood。
And presently at the same moment Peter and Benjamin noticed that whenever they shook the window the little door opposite shook in answer。 The young family were alive； shut up in the oven！
Benjamin was so excited that it was a mercy he did not awake Tommy Brock； whose snores continued solemnly in Mr。 Tod's bed。
But there really was not very much comfort in the discovery。 They could not open the window； and although the young family was alive the little rabbits were quite in…
capable of letting themselves out； they were not old enough to crawl。
After much whispering； Peter and Benjamin decided to dig a tunnel。 They began to burrow a yard or two lower down the bank。 They hoped that they might be able to work between the large stones under the house； the kitchen floor was so dirty that it was impossible to say whether it was made of earth or flags。
They dug and dug for hours。 They could not tunnel straight on account of stones； but by the end of the night they were under the kitchen floor。 Benjamin was on his back scratching upwards。 Peter's claws were worn down； he was outside the tunnel； shuffling sand away。 He called out that it was morningsunrise； and that the jays were making a noise down below in the woods。
Benjamin Bunny came out of the dark tunnel shaking the sand from his ears； he cleaned his face with his paws。 Every minute the sun shone warmer on the top of the hill。 In the valley there was a sea of white mist； with golden tops of trees showing through。
Again from the fields down below in the mist there came the angry cry of a jay； followed by the sharp yelping bark of a fox！
Then those two rabbits lost their heads completely。 They did the most foolish thing that they could have done。 They rushed into their short new tunnel； and hid themselves at the top end of it； under Mr。 Tod's kitchen floor。
Mr。 Tod was coming up Bull Banks； and he was in the very worst of tempers。 First he had been upset by breaking the plate。 It was his own fault； but it was a china plate；
the last of the dinner service that had belonged to his grandmother； old Vixen Tod。 Then the midges had been very bad。 And he had failed to catch 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 wa