The Badger simply beamed on him. “That’s exactly what I say,” he replied. “There’s no security, or peace and tranquillity, except underground. And then, if your ideas get larger and you want to expand⁠—why, a dig and a scrape, and there you are! If you feel your house is a bit too big, you stop up a hole or two, and there you are again! No builders, no tradesmen, no remarks passed on you by fellows looking over your wall, and, above all, no weather . Look at Rat, now. A couple of feet of flood water, and he’s got to move into hired lodgings; uncomfortable, inconveniently situated, and horribly expensive. Take Toad. I say nothing against Toad Hall; quite the best house in these parts, as a house. But supposing a fire breaks out⁠—where’s Toad? Supposing tiles are blown off, or walls sink or crack, or windows get broken⁠—where’s Toad? Supposing the rooms are draughty⁠—I hate