Once she came upon a rat drinking from the stream, but it fled when she appeared, scurrying between the stalks to vanish in the high grass.

Out in the open world, out in the forests of the morning, with lusty and splendid-throated young fellows, free to do as they liked, and---above all---to say what they liked.

I could close my eyes and almost see him, humped up and waddling along, fishing under the Banks with his delicate little PAWS for crawfish, frogs, and minnows.