It was a big rattlesnake which had got tired of its old hole and taken a fancy to that of the owls.

So the owls had had nothing to do but get out, without even a half-minute to talk over the matter.

And hating to stay out in the full glare of the sun, which was very hard on their eyes, they had invited themselves to live with the Little Villager just because his house was the first they came to.
"All the rest of the day the Little Villager and his companion were extremely discontented.

Their burrow was a very roomy and comfortable one, but it was spoiled for them by the presence of those two moon-eyed, hook-beaked, solemn persons sitting side by side in the opposite corner.

So they spent most of their time outside on the hillock, gossiping about it to their neighbors, who were extremely interested and full of suggestions, but showed no inclination whatever to come and help turn the intruders out.