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                    The Terrible Tractors





         As THE SUN ROSE the next morning, Boggis and Bunce
         and Bean were still digging. They had dug a hole so
         deep you could have put a house into it. But they
         had not yet come to the end of the fox's tunnel.                     stuff like that. This made him deaf. "Speak louder," he
         They were all very tired and cross.                                  said to Bunce, and Bunce shouted back, "Got any
            "Dang and blast!" said Boggis. "Whose rotten idea                 more stupid ideas?"
         was this?"                                                              Bean rubbed the back of his neck with a dirty
            "Bean's idea," said Bunce.                                        finger. He had a boil coming there and it itched.

            Boggis and Bunce both stared at Bean. Bean took                   "What we need on this job," he said, "is machines...
         another swig of cider, then put the flask back into                  mechanical shovels. We'll have him out in five min-
         his pocket without offering it to the others. "Listen,"              utes with mechanical shovels."
         he said angrily "I want that fox! I'm going to get that                 This was a pretty good idea and the other two had

         fox! I'm not giving in till I've strung him up over my               to admit it.
         front porch, dead as a dumpling!"                                       "All right then," Bean said, taking charge. "Boggis,
            "We can't get him by digging, that'S for sure," said              you stay here and see the fox doesn't escape. Bunce
         the fat Boggis. "I've had enough of digging"                         and I will go and fetch our machinery. If he tries to
            Bunce, the little pot-bellied dwarf, looked up at                 get out, shoot him quick."
         Bean and said, "Have you got any more stupid ideas,                     The long, thin Bean walked away. The tiny Bunce
         then?"                                                               trotted after him. The fat Boggis stayed where he
            "What?" said Bean. "I can't hear you." Bean never                 was with his gun pointing at the fox-hole.
         took a bath. He never even washed. As a result, his                     Soon, two enormous caterpillar tractors with
         earholes were clogged with all kinds of muck and                     mechanical shovels on their front ends came clank-
         wax and bits of chewing-gum and dead flies and                       ing into the wood. Bean was driving one. Bunce the


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