This country gentlebadger is fond of the quiet life. In the warmer months, he spends long hours roaming the grounds of his manor burrow, stopping to pull a weed or two out of a flower bed, checking on a nest of baby birds, and nodding genially at any animals he passes. In the colder months, he is often to be found in his library, either dozing in a patch of sunlight or reading detective novels in front of a roaring fire, a cup of tea with milk and honey in one paw. He loves tweed hats, but does not care for pipes.
