“But how will he find out at The Well? Who will tell him?”
“Truth, of course. Doesn’t Truth lie at the bottom of a well?”
“I don’t know,” said Buddie. “We haven’t any well on our place; we get our water out of the lake.”
“It’s a very remarkable thing,” said the Yellow Dog, thoughtfully; “a very remarkable thing. Nobody knows why a rabbit has to wabble his nose.”
“There’s a song about it, isn’t there?” asked the Laziest Beaver. “I believe I’ve heard you sing it.”
“I believe I have sung it a few times,” answered Colonel, modestly, although he was extremely proud of his voice and never lost a chance to show it off.
“Sing it for us,” said the Laziest Beaver. “I haven’t heard any music for quite a while.”
“Oh, please do!” urged Buddie.
“Really, I am so hoarse,” began Colonel, apologetically.
“Oh, bark away!” said the Laziest Beaver. “We can stand it if you can.”