Fiver: There's something very queer about the warren this evening
Hazel: Is it dangerous?
Fiver: It's not exactly danger, it's... oh, I don't know. Something oppressive... like thunder.
Hazel: I feel it too. The lady in the cottage seems to have a lot of problems. A strange very large man wearing a cap has been banging on her windows. Shouting and gibbering like a crazy man.
Bigwig: Yes he is very strange. He walks like a man but smells like a lady. He keeps yelling that she really loves him and no one else.
Fiver: Really, what is she doing when she hears this?
Bigwig: She just looks at the window at him. Then she pulls out the carrot and sticks it between her legs again and again. Back and forth. And she moans an awful lot. And calls out.
Hazel: Who does she call out for? The strange fat man in the flat cap who smells like lilac?
Bigwig: I don't really know if that is his name. I think he is named after a cheesy nightclub. What is a Bissage?
Hazel: I don't know.
Fiver: Me either.
Bigwig: Well whoever he is he seems to be wonderful.
Hazel: What a waste of good carrots.
(Watership Down, 1972)
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