"Be quick and fetch the Panzerfaust anti-tank gun from Tom Kitten!" whispered Benjamin. So Peter went lipperty-lipperty all the way to Tom Kitten's house."
(The story continues) . . . .
"Take that for putting my father in a pie, you four-eyed Scottish bastard!" exalted Peter and gave a little rabbity hop for joy."
For what its worth, I was out in the yard raking up stucco and spreading redwood compost all day yesterday with "badger! badger! badger! badger! badger!" running through my head.