and resolved that since we were saved we wouldnât attack one another, and not eat each other, unless dangerously provoked.â
âAnd J.J. broke the Truce!â hissed Walter. âHe hit you without your hurting him first.â
âI âpreciate your kind words,â said Ashley, âbut maybe I hurt him in ways you donât know.â
âNo excuse! Iâve got the right to bite him now!â
âYou leave that blue jay to me,â said the mockingbird sternly.
âThen you are still going to stay?â muttered Dubber. âDespite J.J.â
âWell, I reckon Iâll have to. For a while at least. Canât leave Mr. Budd to his pitiful self, under threat of foreclosureânot after the way the good manâs taken care of me. In the middle of his own trouble, too. Anâ J.J.ââAshley looked at the weather vaneââweâve got somethinâ between us that has to be settled.â
A silence took over. And stayed. And stayed. Clouds had covered the meadow. The sky now shone like a cloudy pearl. A layer of dull light hovered over the world. But a mild brightness shone through. This strange misty silence was only interrupted by snores.
âSo whatâre we going to do?â said Chester.
Walter lashed his tail, distractedly, every which way. Itâs what snakes do when theyâre all confused. Walter fortunately missed his own head by an inch. When a snake hits himself with himself, thatâs a sign of real confusion. And also it can become a bad habit.
âHowâd yâall decide on this Truce?â
âWe got togetherâall of usâand had a debateâand decided on what weâd do.â
âThen thatâs what youâve got to do now,â Ashley jumped from the stool to the stones in front of Mr. Buddâs first step. A patch of sunlight lingered there. âGet together. Decide. Did you vote on the Truce?â
âYes, we did,â said Chester.
âThen now yâall have to vote on how yâall will help Mr. Budd. Or let him sink.â
âThe trouble is,â said Walter Water Snake, ânot all the field folk will want to help. Weâve got some proud ones here who think Mr. Budd is just a human leftover.â
âAshleyââDubber Dog crept forward on his legs, flat down on the earth, the way a dog does when he wants a favorââwill you talk to everyone? You can persuade. You can sing â!â
âOh, Iâll sing anâ Iâll talkââAshley tested his wingââanâ Iâll fly, too. The good Lord willinâ anâ the creek donât rise.â
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The debate about Mr. Budd turned out to be the loudest, longest, and angriest gathering of animals ever held in the Old Meadow. That time when everyone decided to establish the Truce was an afternoonâs nap in comparison. The Truce debate had been held beside Simonâs Pool. And Henry Chipmunk got so excited he fell in the brook. No one wanted that to happen againâand least of all Henry, who only got fished out because Mr. Budd was walking around and heard this squeaky spluttering.
Mr. Buddâs debate was held in Pasture Land, which was dry: an expanse of turf where the cows, in old times which no one remembered, had been put to browse. Also, there were tuffets around. It bordered on Beatrice Pheasantâs home, Tuffet Towers, and anyone who wanted to talk could mount a tuffet and make himself heard.
And many did make themselves loudly heard during the Mr. Budd debate. The subject, of course, was Abner. That had been announced by animal, bird, and insect, too, for two days. The timeâripe morning. Eleven oâclock as human beings measured time. The big gold feeling, as field folk measured it. In an hour the sun would be right at the summit of heaven. Thereâd be no shadows at all. That was a scary, shivery
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