“‘What do you want?’ asked the fly.
“‘Don’t you know me?’ asked the rabbitman, ‘I’m the Ragged Rabbit Giant.’
“‘No, you’re not,’ answered the fly.
“‘Of course you’re not,’ shouted the little cricket.
“‘But I am,’ retorted the rabbitman. ‘See, I know where my looking-glass is. I must find it for I’ve not seen myself since the fairy rabbit queen changed me into a nice-looking rabbit.’
“‘I don’t believe you,’ shouted the little cricket, who couldn’t understand how the fairy queen rabbit lady could make him into such a nice-looking bunnyman.
“‘You get out of here! No one shall touch our master’s things,’ commanded the little fly, stinging the rabbitman on his long left ear.
“‘Dear, dear me,’ he said, ‘how am I to convince these two that I am really the Ragged Rabbit Giant, only changed into some one nicer looking.’
“‘We always liked our Ragged Rabbit Giant,’ said the little cricket. ‘He was good to us. He fed and sheltered and never drove us away. Oh, yes, he was kind and good, and we expect him back any minute, so you’d better get out. He can pick you up with one hand and throw you a mile.’
“‘Dear, dear me!’ sighed the rabbitman. ‘I’m worse off than I was before. I’ve lost two dear kind friends. The only friends I ever had.’