Weasels--and stoats--and foxes--and so on. They're all right in a way--I'm very good friends with them--pass the time of day when we meet, and all that--but they break out sometimes, there's no denying it, and then--well, you can't really trust them, and that's the fact.
Kenneth Grahame (1914). “The Wind in the Willows”, p.6, Hayes Barton Press
