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Presently there was a scuffling noise of falling stones; Kitty was all attention.
The noise moved further on.
Something poked out of a hole, and whisked in again.
After several false starts, Kitty's air-gun went off and there was a squeak.
She ran forward and met—not a mouse—but a large white ferret, rubbing its head, while another brown ferret in gaiters dropped off the top of the wall, and wrenched the precious air-gun out of Miss Kitty's hands, exclaiming, "Give us that there gun! You ain't fit to carry a gun! What do you mean by shooting my cousin Slimmy Jimmy? Give us your pellets this minute!"
Miss Kitty replied with a very painful scratch across both their faces. She also spat at them.
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