He saw it would be too late for Durry in a very short time.

Durry was not at all sure whether he should believe they had come from a strawberry tree.

Durry blinked painfully as he tried to focus his eyes.

The gullible Durry looked from one to the other, half convinced.

Patch and Durry joined in the laughter, three friends together.

Rosie instructed Durry as to what they should do, and the performance began.

"We have two choices, Durry: stand and fight, or make a run for it."

Durry sat down on the hilltop, spreading his arms wide.

Early evening found them back on the north path, with Durry explaining himself to the other three travelers.

Er, Durry, what is it that we all have to shout out?"

He sat with his back against the rocks in the sunlight as Durry fussed about him.

The young squirrel scrubbed a paw across his eyes and sat close to Durry.

"It may sound like gobbledygook but it's proved true so far, Durry.

Dandin and Durry had never seen the great waters before.

"Oh, Durry, you do look a proper swashbuckler and no mistake!"

Durry took a long draught from his shell bowl.

Mariel was about to silence Durry when she yawned aloud also.

Durry was quite amused at the idea.

There 147 was Durry Quill, rolling past him in a tight ball.

With these few poetic lines, Durry scuttled out across the branch on all fours.

Grabbing Durry by the snout, he swung him clear of the pike's jaws.

Young Durry 157 were always a quiet sort of 'og, good worker too.

Durry kicked Snidjer on the bottom as he tried to rise.

Durry was toasting away even as he spoke.

Durry forced his mouth open whilst Mariel poured water into it.