“That’s the advantage of having long ears,” remarked the Yellow Dog, who sat next to Buddie.
“I don’t see how the Tortoise manages it,” said she. “It’s wonderful the way he gets over the ground.”
“He’s a high-geared tortoise—the fastest one in the wood,” said the Yellow Dog. “Hello! here comes the Bear with the Weasel. Now we’ll have some fun.”
Out of the brush near the grandstand came the Great Huge Bear, rolling a furry object over and over with his paws.
“What’s the matter with the Weasel?” Buddie asked. “Can’t he walk?”
“He’s asleep,” replied Colonel. “He’s always asleep. You know the old saying: You can’t catch a weasel awake. Come along and help toss him.”
Buddie followed the others, and presently found herself holding one corner of a blanket, upon which the Weasel had been rolled. Then the jolly party began to skip around in a circle, singing—
“Impty, mimpty, jiggety-jig,
Ibbity, bibbity, beazle,
Timty, tumty, tibbity-fig,