ANIMAL STORIES 173 Burrs, the Briers, and the Hornets—and all other kinds of Insects with wings and stings, and they knew all the sharp-edged Flints of the country, too. So, when the bower was built, it had in it for furniture:—a hornet's nest for a bed, thorns for a carpet, sharp flints for a floor, and an ant's nest for a seat. Now it took the Badger until dark to untie the hair-string, work as hard as he could. And he was so tired and hungry that the thought of the warm wigwam pleased him. But he had no sooner entered than the thorns pierced his face, and the flints cut his feet, so that he howled with pain. Then he heard a voice which seemed to be that of the younger Weasel, crying: "Go to my sister over there." When he tried to go, he stepped into an ant hill, and the stinging they gave him was worse than the scratches of the Briers. Then near him he heard another voice, which he thought was the older Weasel, saying: " Go to my sister over there.'' When he tried to plunge through the darkness, not knowing where he was going, he fell upon the hornets' nest—and this was the worst of all. The Badger now saw that the Weasels were not in the wigwam at all, but were outside, ply¬ ing their magic. He knew that he had been treated as he loved to treat other people. This