Billy Woodchuck began to whimper.
“It was just a game!” he cried. “We were only playing. We were having fun.”
“We? How many were there of you?” his mother asked.
“Two of us—me and Jimmy Rabbit!”
Mrs. Woodchuck was too upset to notice that Billy said me when he ought to have said I.
“I’d like to have Jimmy Rabbit’s ear in my other hand,” she told Aunt Polly.