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Suddenly, Gorden tripped over a leaf and fell backward, tail over ears.
Concerned, David bent down to help him up.
By the time Gorden had dusted himself down, the hedgehog had gone.
"What a strange fellow" David said to Gorden. "I don't think he was all there, you know"
"We'd better hurry up," said Gorden charging off, "We don't want to be late for work or we might get whipped"
With a wistful smile on his face David followed him to the fields.

"You're late!" Shouted Bertram the badger, the foreman. "That's the third time this week!" Gorden and David shrank back at his loud voice. "Right,"
the foreman said "That's it!"...
("Oh good" thought David, a gleam in his eye)
"You're fired!"
"You can't do that!" Gorden cried. David just whimpered, his hopes dashed.
"Go to the office and collect your cards." The badger said, unwavering,"I want you out of here immediately, or I'll call the copse."
Dejected and disappoined (respectively) Gorden and David left the field and tramped towards the office.