Watership Down Page #3

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I'll show you.

Watch this.

See? It's not interested.

What are you waiting for?

Well? Come along, then.

They need to rest, Hazel.

Something's up ahead.

A warm, friendly burrow, perhaps?

No, not a burrow. A field.

A great field of scented plants

that will cover us until we're rested.

You're beginning to

sound like a chief, Hazel.

- Hazel-rah.

- Hazel-rah?

That'll be the day I call him chief, that will.

Violet's gone.

We'd better keep moving.

We'll have to stop soon, Hazel.

They're frightened and tired.

Over there. We'll rest there.

Can't rest there. That's a man-place.

There are no men there now.

It looks all right.

What's happening back home, I wonder.

Think, when we lived in our own burrows:

Dry, soft, warm bodies.

- Now, look, we can't go on like this.

- It gets worse the further we go.

Where are we going?

It won't be much longer.

Then we can all rest.

- How much longer?

- We never should have left.

- Suppose Fiver's all wrong?

- We want to go back and find out.

Go back? After all we've been through?

And probably get killed for wounding

Captain Holly, an Owsla officer?

- Talk sense, for Frith's sake.

- We must go on, until we reach the hills.

Those that go back will not...

Not safe...

I don't believe you know

where you're going.

Now, listen to me,

you bunch of mole-snouted, muckraking...

It looks like you've come a long way.

Do you live here?

Yes, this is our warren.

We need to stay here for a while.

Why not? We supposed you would.

But I don't think there are enough of you

to live very comfortably on your own.

There are enough of us

to protect ourselves.

Don't get upset.

Who are you? What do you want?

My name is Cowslip,

and I don't want anything.

Yeah, what about the others?

We have plenty of empty burrows,

if that's what you mean.

And now, if you'll excuse me,

I hate the rain.

Funny smell.

We ought to have nothing to do

with that Cowslip, or his warren.

It might be drier in there.

Whatever will he think of us

if we don't go in?

- I'll tell you. He'll think we're afraid.

- Afraid? Who's afraid?

He seemed friendly enough.

What has he got to gain

by asking us to join him?

We can't sit out here like fools.

Well, come along then.

They think I'm mad,

but you know I'm not...

And you still won't listen.

Hazel?

Come along, Fiver.

There's that smell again.

It's almost like man.

Oh, it's you, is it? How nice.

I'm so glad you've come.

This is rather a big warren.

Yes. Please, help yourself to flayrah.

There are fresh roots here daily.

The man throws it out.

Man? What man?

A lot of the burrows are lying empty,

you know...

So you're all welcome

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