And once more because they all felt lonesome and their secret ambitions were creeping and eating, they put their hands on their shoulders and sang the Mexico Joe song.
Then came happiness. They entered the Potato Bug Country. And they had luck first of all the first hour they were in the Potato Bug Country. They met a Potato Bug millionaire.
“How are you a millionaire?” they asked him.
“Because I got a million,” he answered.
“A million what?”
“A million fleems.”
“Who wants fleems?”
“You want fleems if you’re going to live here.”
“Why so?”
“Because fleems is our money. In the Potato Bug Country, if you got no fleems you can’t buy nothing nor anything. But if you got a million fleems you’re a Potato Bug millionaire.”