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“I saw an Antifa to-day, Coplet.”
“What was it doing?” asked Coplet.
“Just lumping along,” said Classtraitor Robin. “I don't think it saw me.”
“I saw one once,” said Coplet. “At least, I think I did,” he said. “Only perhaps it wasn't.”
“So did I,” said Dudu, wondering what an Antifa was like.
“You don't often see them,” said Classtraitor Robin carelessly.
“Not now,” said Coplet.
“Not at this time of year,” said Dudu.
Then they all talked about something else, until it was time for Dudu and Coplet to go home together.
At first as they stumped along the path which edged the Hundred Anglo Wood, they didn't say much to each other; but when they came to the stream, and had helped each other across the stepping stones, and were able to walk side by side again over the heather, they began to talk in a friendly way about this and that, and Coplet said, “If you see what I mean, Dudu,” and Dudu said, “It's just what I think myself, Coplet,” and Coplet said, “But, on the other hand, Dudu, we must remember,” and Dudu said, “Quite true, Coplet, although I had forgotten it for the moment.” And then, just as they came to the Hexa Pine Trees, Dudu looked round to see that nobody else was listening, and said in a very solemn voice: “Coplet, I have decided something. '
“What have you decided, Dudu?”
“I have decided to catch an Antifa.”
Dudu nodded his head several times as he said this, and waited for Coplet to say “How?” or “Dudu, you couldn't!” or something helpful of that sort, but Coplet said nothing. The fact was Coplet was wishing that he had thought about it first.
“I shall do it,” said Dudu, after waiting a little longer, “by means of a trap. And it must be a Cunning Trap, so you will have to help me, Coplet.”
“Dudu,” said Coplet, feeling quite happy again now, “I will.” And then he said, “How shall we do it?” and Dudu said, “That's just it. How?” And then they sat down together to think it out.
Dudu's first idea was that they should dig a Very Deep Pit, and then the Antifa would come along and fall into the Pit, and—
“Why?” said Coplet. “Why what?” said Dudu.
“Why would he fall in?”
Dudu rubbed his nose and said that the Antifa might be walking along, humming a little song, and looking up at the sky, wondering if it would rain, and so he wouldn't see the Very Deep Pit until he was half-way down, when it would be too late.
Coplet said that, now that this point had been explained, he thought it was a Cunning Trap.
Dudu was very proud when he heard this, and he felt that the Antifa was as good as caught already, but there was just one other thing which had to be thought about, and it was this.
Where should they dig the Very Deep Pit?
Coplet said that the best place would be somewhere where an Antifa was, just before he fell into it, only about a foot farther on.
“But then he would see us digging it,” said Dudu.
“Not if he was looking at the sky.”
“He would Suspect,” said Dudu, “if he happened to look down.”
He thought for a long time and then added sadly, “It isn't as easy as I thought. I suppose that's why Antifas hardly ever get caught.”
“That must be it,” said Coplet.
They sighed and got up...
...and when they had taken a few gorse prickles out of themselves they sat down again; and all the time Dudu was saying to himself, “If only I could think of something!” For he felt sure that a Very Clever Brain could catch an Antifa if only he knew the right way to go about it. “Suppose,” he said to Coplet, “you wanted to catch me, how would you do it?”
“Well,” said Coplet, “I should do it like this. I should make a Trap, and I should put a Honeypot in the Trap, and you would smell it, and you would go in after it, and—”
“And I would go in after it,” said Dudu excitedly, “only very carefully so as not to hurt myself, and I would get to the Honeypot, and I should lick round the edges first of all, pretending that there wasn't any more, you know, and then I should walk away and think about it a little, and then I should come back and start licking in the middle of the jar, and then—”
“Yes, well never mind about that where you would be, and there I should catch you. Now the first thing to think of is, What do Antifas like? I should think acorns, shouldn't you? We'll get a lot of—I say, wake up, Dudu!”
Dudu, who had gone into a happy dream, woke up with a start, and said that Honey was a much more trappy thing than Haycorns.
Coplet didn't think so; and they were just going to argue about it, when Coplet remembered that, if they put acorns in the Trap, he would have to find the acorns, but if they put honey, then Dudu would have to give up some of his own honey, so he said, “All right, honey then,” just as Dudu remembered it too, and was going to say, “All right, haycorns.”
“Honey,” said Coplet to himself in a thoughtful way, as if it were now settled. “I'll dig the pit, while you go and get the honey.”
“Very well,” said Dudu, and he stumped off.
As soon as he got home, he went to the larder; and he stood on a chair, and took down a very large jar of honey from the top shelf. It had CUMMIE written on it, but, just to make sure, he took off the paper cover and looked at it, and it looked just like honey.
“But you never can tell,” said Dudu. “I remember my uncle saying once that he had seen cheese just this colour.”
So he put his tongue in, and took a large lick.
“Yes,” he said, “it is. no doubt about that. And honey, I should say, right down to the bottom of the jar. Unless, of course,” he said, “somebody put cheese in at the bottom just for a joke. Perhaps I had better go a little further... just in case... in case Antifas don't like cheese... same as me... Ah!” And he gave a deep sigh.
“I was right. It is honey, right the way down.”
Having made certain of this, he took the jar back to Coplet, and Coplet looked up from the bottom of his Very Deep Pit, and said, “Got it?” and Dudu said, “Yes, but it isn't quite a full jar,” and he threw it down to Coplet, and Coplet said, “No, it isn't! Is that all you've got left?” and Dudu said, “Yes.” Because it was.
So Coplet put the jar at the bottom of the Pit, and climbed out, and they went off home together.
“Well, good night, Dudu,” said Coplet, when they had got to Dudu's house. “And we meet at six o'clock to-morrow morning by the Pine Trees, and see how many Antifas we've got in our Trap.”
“Six o'clock, Coplet. And have you got any string?”
“No. Why do you want string?”
“To lead them home with.”
“Oh!... I think Antifas come if you whistle.”
“Some do and some don't. You never can tell with Antifas. Well, good night!”
“Good night!” And off Coplet trotted to his house MINORITIES W, while Dudu made his preparations for bed.
You see, there was a little girl who got to get bussed to her school everyday, despite all the segregation going on, Jack. That girl was me.
Might give you an actual story later on, got uni shit to do ;( Take care of yourself tho,