Gillibloom kept on bellowing.
"I want to be with the others."
"What others?" asked the Earth-Woman severely. "The other cry-babies?"
"The fairies and the furs and the feathers and the wings and the fins and the tails and the sun and the moon," bellowed Gillibloom, though now you could hardly have understood a word he said.
But the Earth-Woman could understand. She understood everything.
"Then," she said, "you must open your eyes, smooth out your forehead and pull up your mouth, and stop that noise."
Gillibloom tried, because, whatever the Earth-Woman says in the forest, it has to be done. But he could not do it. And worse than that, he found he didn't really want to.
"Do you like to have your throat feel all pinched up, as if you couldn't swallow a drop of honey?" the Earth-Woman asked him.
"No!" screamed Gillibloom. And then he roared louder than ever. You could have heard him across twenty violets.
"Do you like to have your mouth all salt with tears, and your pretty tunic wet with them?"