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he huddled down and held his breath. Two

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weasels dressed in armor and carrying spears trudged past.

They were arguing heatedly.

"Listen, I'm not taking the blame for your stealing from

the larder."

"Who, me? Be careful what you say, mate. I'm no thief.'* "Well, you're looking
very fat lately, that's all I say." "Huh, not half as podgy as you, lard
barrel." "Lard barrel yourself. You'll be accusing me next." "Ha, you're in
charge of the key, so who else could it be?" "It could be you. You're always
down there when I am." "I only go to keep an eye on you, mate." "And I only go
to keep an eye on you, so there." "Right, we'll keep an eye on each other,
then." Gonff stuffed a paw in his mouth to stifle a giggle. The

weasels stopped and looked at each other. "What was that?"

"Oho, I know what it wasтАФyou're laughing at me." "Arr, don't talk stupid."
"Talking stupid, am I?" Indignantly, the weasel turned

away from his companion.

Gonff quickly called out in a passable weasel-voice imitation, "Big fat
robber!"

The two weasels turned furiously upon each other. "Big fat robber, eh. Take
that!" "Ouch! You sneaky toad, you take this!" The weasels thwacked away madly
at each other with their

spearhandles. Gonff sneaked out of hiding and crept off in the opposite

direction, leaving the two guards rolling upon the passage

floor, their spears forgotten as they bit and scratched at each

other.

"Owow, leggo. Grr, take that!"

"I'll give you robber! Have some of this. Ooh, you bit my

ear!"
Sheathing his dagger and shaking with mirth, Gonff unlatched a window shutter,
and slipped away through the snow toward the woodlands.