A _Gard’ner_ and a _Mole_.
A Gard’ner took a Mole in his Grounds, and the Question was, whether he
should put her to Death or no. The Mole Pleaded that she was one of his
Family, and Digg’d his Garden for Nothing: Nay, she Insisted upon’t, what
Pity ’twas to Destroy a Creature that had so smooth a Skin, and Twenty
other Little Pretences. Come, come, says the Gard’ner, I am not to be
Fool’d with a Parcel of Fair Words: You have nothing for Digging ’tis
True; but pray who set you at Work? Is it for my Service d’ye think,
to have my Plants and my Herbs torn up by the Roots? and what’s your
business at last, but by doing all you can for the filling of your own
Belly, to leave me nothing to Eat?