"i'd like to know why!" said the mole, with his glossy silver-brown fur on end. "no indeed! i had a perfect right to dig wherever i wished, and i would tell them so, and they would have to go elsewhere. one mole was bad-tempered enough to say that he had as much right in the meadow as anybody, and i had to tussle with him and bite him many times before he saw his mistake.... they are disagreeable people over there, but why are you going so soon? i thought we would have a good visit together."