to work.

With a red face, only half awake, his right eye open and the left nearly
closed, he was buttoning his braces over his fat stomach with some
difficulty while he was all the time looking into every corner of the
farm-yard with a searching glance. The sun was darting his oblique rays
through the beech-trees by the side of the ditch and the apple trees
outside, and was making the cocks crow on the dung-hill, and the pigeons
coo on the roof. The smell of the cow stalls came through the open door,
and mingled in the fresh morning air, with the pungent odor of the stable
where the horses were neighing, with their heads turned towards the
light.

As soon as his trousers were properly fastened, Lecacheur came out, and
went first of all towards the hen-house to count the morning's eggs, for
he had been afraid of thefts for some time; but the servant girl ran up
to him with lifted arms and cried:

"Master! Master! they have stolen a rabbit during the night."

"A rabbit?"

"Yes, Master, the big gray rabbit, from the hutch on the left;" whereupon
the farmer quite opened his left eye, and said, simply:

"I must see that."

And off he went to inspect it. The hutch had been broken open and the
rabbit was gone. Then he became thoughtful, closed his right eye again,
and scratched his nose, and after a little consideration, he said to the
frightened girl, who was standing stupidly before her master:

"Go and fetch the gendarmes; say I expect them as soon as possible."

Lecacheur was mayor of the village, Pairgry-le Gras, and ruled it like a
master, on account of his money and position, and as soon as the servant
had disappeared in the direction of the village, which was only about
five hundred yards off, he went into the house to have his morning coffee
and to discuss the matter with his wife, whom he found on her knees in
front of the fire, trying to get it to burn up quickly, and as soon as he
got to the door, he said:

"Somebody has stolen the gray rabbit."

She turned round so quickly that she found herself sitting on the floor,
and looking at her husband with distressed eyes, she said:

"What is it, Cacheux! Somebody has stolen a rabbit?"

"The big gray one."

She sighed.

"How sad! Who can have done it?"

She was a little, thin, active, neat woman, who knew all about farming,
and Lecacheur had his own ideas about the matter.

"It must be that fellow Polyte."

His wife got up suddenly and said in a f