Suddenly, in the crowd, I felt a touch at my shoulder.
He was a mongoose, rather like a little cat in his fur and his tail, but quite like a weasel in his head and his habits.
He batted the ball away with a satisfying thwack.
To deliberate, be it but in slight matters, doth importune me.
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