"Well," he said, expanding himself a little, so that Wiggs had to remove his tail this time from the custard, "what am I?"
Nobody ventured to offer an opinion.
"Am I a hare? Then put me next to the red currant jelly, or whatever it is that hares like."
The anxious eye of the hostess wandered over the table.
"Am I a lion?" went on Udo, developing his theme. "Then pass me Wiggs."
"Oh, please don't be a lion," said Wiggs gently, as she stroked his mane.
"But haven't you a feeling for anything?" asked Hyacinth.
"I have a great feeling of emptiness. I yearn for something, only I don't quite know what."
"I hope it isn't sardines," whispered Wiggs to Woggs.
"But what have you been eating on the way?" asked the Princess.