Back in the tunnel they paused so that Mr Fox could brick up the hole in the wall. He was humming to himself as he put the bricks back in place. 'I can still taste that glorious cider,' he said. 'What an impudent fellow Rat is.'
'He has bad manners,' Badger said. 'All rats have bad manners. I've never met a polite rat yet.'
'And he drinks too much,' said Mr Fox, putting the last brick in place. 'There we are. Now, home to the feast!'
They grabbed their jars of cider and off they went. Mr Fox was in front, the Smallest Fox came next and Badger last. Along the tunnel they flew... past the turning that led to Bunce's Mighty Storehouse... past Boggis's Chicken House Number One and then up the long home stretch towards the place where they knew Mrs Fox would be waiting.
