Bunny was happy. Reclining gracefully in the gutter he sang a jumbled lullaby of melodies.
"There's maggots in the cheese,
You can 'ear the beggars sneeze—"
He struggled manfully to his feet, fell into a helpless fit of laughter and collapsed again into the roadway with a heavy grunt. An N.C.O. found him there a few minutes later".
"'Ere," he demanded, "wot are you doin' there?"
"Doin'," Bunny chuckled helplessly: "wot think I'm doin ... plantin' daisies or diggin' for gold?"
"Look 'ere, me lad, if you're lookin' for trouble—!"
"Lookin' for trouble?—not lookin' for anything. Just 'avin' a rest by the wayside an' gazin' at stars."
"Well, get up or I'll 'old you up, an' you'll SEE 'em then."
"Or-righ'. Want, want, lil' drop toddy?"
"Got much? Pass it over."