"still he is not so disagreeable as the tree frog," said the mole, after a pause in which the ground hog had been trying not to laugh. the ground hog said afterward that it was the funniest sight imaginable to see the stout little mole scampering back and forth in the moonlight, and stopping every few minutes to scold about the meadow people. the twitching of his tiny tail and the jerky motions of his large, pink-palmed digging hands, showed how angry he grew in thinking of them, and his pink snout fairly quivered with rage.