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. It so very cold today. Did anyone go outside? Did you do any patrolling Bigwig?
Bigwig: Yes and the lady in the cottage was very strange today. She was laughing and cackling as she burned pages of a book in her fireplace. She said soon she would have the skins she needed to make her coat.
Fiver: Oh my goodness, I hope she doesn't mean rabbit skins? That would be dreadful.
Bigwig: No it wasn't rabbits. She said something about meeting a weasel and taking off his skin like she did those others. Who they might be I don't know.
Hazel: Well she seems to be getting stranger and stranger. I would be afraid to get too close.
Bigwig: I don't really know. She seems so very sad. Maybe she just likes to taunt weasels and strip off their skin. Rabbits hate weasels anyway. With their sharp teeth and smelly ferret breath.
Fiver: It would take a lot of weasels to make a coat.
Bigwig: I think she has been doing this for a long time. So she has a lot of those pelts on her wall.
Hazel: I hate weasels. I much prefer rabbits. But that seems a terrible fate, even for a weasel.
(Watership Down, 1972)
5 comments:
That girl ain't right.
Hmm...do we know this weasel? Is he a friend of ours?
Hey when you figure out the subtext, you are just supposed to snicker at the people who don't get it.
Remember we try to operate with a third grade sensibilty around here.
Gotcha, Trooper.
But...shouldn't somebody warn the weasel? Just sayin'.
Nah, weasels got to do what weasel got to do. But they are friendly little critters. Do you know a lot of people keep them as pets. Just sayn'
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