Benny regarded Mr. Coyote somewhat coldly, as the two met in the moonlight.
"How\'s your sore paw?" he asked Mr. Coyote.
Now, Mr. Coyote had just come trotting up without the least sign of lameness. But all at once he began to limp.
"My poor paw\'s no better," he told Benny, as a look of pain crossed his face.
"Let me see it!" Benny said.[48]
And Mr. Coyote promptly held out one of his paws.
Benny Badger snorted. He seemed quite disgusted.
"This is not the same paw you showed me last night," he cried.
"My mistake!" said Mr. Coyote easily. And he pulled back that paw and thrust forth another.
Benny Seized Mr. Coyote\'s Paw. Benny Seized Mr. Coyote\'s Paw.
Benny Badger bent over it for a moment.
"It looks all right," he grumbled.
"I can\'t help that," Mr. Coyote snarled. "It couldn\'t hurt me any more, no matter what happened to it."
To Mr. Coyote\'s surprise, Benny Badger seized his paw in his powerful jaws and held it in a viselike grip.
"Ouch!" Mr. Coyote wailed, pulling back quickly—a move which only caused him greater pain.[49]
"Your paw doesn\'t feel any worse, does it?" Benny Badger asked him as well as he could, with his mouth so full.
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