expressed by unanimous vote in the secret meeting of our order, to induct Mr. Frederick Bean into the order, with the title of Exalted Honorary Vice-Horrible, and all the privileges and emoluments thereto appertaining?â
âIt is, Your Dreadfulness,â said the rabbits.
So No. 23 hopped to Freddyâs knee and reached up with his tin knife and tapped him on the shoulder. âRise, Exalted Honorary Vice-Horrible!â he said solemnly.
âIf I rise,â Freddy thought, â23 will fall on his face.â âBut he didnât say it. He got up slowly, so that 23 could jump down.
âBrother Horribles,â he said, âI am deeply appreciative of the great honor which you have bestowed upon me. I will endeavor to abide by the rules of the order, and to be, when necessary, as horrible as possible. In a purely honorary capacity, of course. For I understand that an honorary office isâwell, just an honor. There is nothing that I have to do.â
âOh, nothing, of course,â said No. 23 quickly. âAlthough,â he went on after a slight pause, âwe did hope that you might give us a little help in one matter.â
âHâm,â said Freddy thoughtfully, âas a strictly honorary Vice Horrible, I doubt it if I would be allowed toââ
âOh, quit it, will you, Freddy?â said 23. âWe thought youâd be pleased at being asked to join.â
âSo pleased that Iâd agree to do a little work for you, hey?â Freddy said. âOh, well, skip it. What is it you want?â
âOh, I guess we went about this wrong, Freddy,â said 23. âWe thought maybe making you an honorary officer, weâd kind of soften you up so youâd be willing to help us. But we really did want you to be one of us. Because weâre a lot bigger now, and we arenât just out for funâweâve got a real job to do.â And he went on to say that all the rabbits in the countryside were disturbed about the foxhunters. The horses, galloping across fields, had smashed in a number of homes, and the hounds had dug up many more and they chased rabbits wherever they saw them. One of 23âs cousins had been chased away up beyond Tushville, and had been three days getting home again, and was still confined to his bed, speechless from shock. âI doubt if heâll ever be the same rabbit again,â said 23 mournfully.
âBut foxhounds chase foxes, not rabbits,â Freddy said.
âOh, yeah?â said 23. âThatâs what they tell you. But when those Margarines arenât around theyâll chase rabbits or cats or woodchucks orâwhy, Iâve seen âem even trying to dig a chipmunk out of a stone wall. Fine business for a full-grown hound!â
âWell, what do you want me to do?â Freddy asked.
âWeâre the Horrible Twenty now instead of the Horrible Ten,â said the rabbit. âSo we need a new chant to go with our war dance. The old oneâ
We are the Horrible Ten,
Neither animals nor menâ
that doesnât go any more. It has to be: We are the Horrible Twenty.â
âHâm,â said Freddy. âNot near as good. But let me see. Twenty, plentyâguess thereâs only one rhyme.
âLet me see. â
We are the Horrible Twenty ,
Of ferocity, boy! weâve got plenty!
Plenty, sufficient and lots!
Hâm; lots, knots, plotsââ He went on slowly.
âWe weave diabolical plots
To capture our victims alive.
And when we have caught four or five
We sing and we yell and we dance and we haul
Them down to the kitchen and chop them up small ,
Add lemon and pepper and salt, and a dash
Of Worcestershire sauce. For enemy hash
Is the dish of all dishes that crowns all our wishes ,
We eat it for breakfast and dinner and lunch,
We munch and we crunch, we gobble and scrunch,
Weâ â
âHey, wait a minute,â said 23. âThis
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