Solomon Owl said he didn’t like that style very well.
“Then I can easily change it,” the tailor told him. “But just try it on!” he urged. “It may please you, after all.”
So Solomon Owl pulled the coat over his head. And it fell down about him, almost reaching his feet. But the coat did not seem to suit him at all, for he began to splutter and choke.
“What’s the matter now?” Mr. Frog asked him.
“I can’t see—that’s what’s the matter!” Solomon Owl cried in a voice that sounded hollower than ever, because it was muffled by the hood, which covered his head.
“I declare—I haven’t cut the holes for your eyes!” the tailor exclaimed. “Just wait a moment and I’ll make everything satisfactory.” He clinked his shears together sharply as he spoke.
But Solomon Owl told him that he wouldn’t think of letting anybody use shears so near his eyes.
Solomon Found Mr. Frog’s Shop Was Closed