David and the cow porter on the pile of luggage
He began climbing up the wall of luggage that was made of the more solid pieces, when he heard somebody climbing up the other side.
‘Hurrah, it’s probably a porter,’ he said to himself. ‘Hi, porter!’
‘I’m coming,’ said a slow, placid voice. ‘Moo! I’m coming.’
The first thing that came over the edge of the wall of luggage was the cap of a flying man, then two broken horns, then a mild hairy sort of face, the mouth of which went round and round.
‘Oh, are you the cow and the other pilot?’ asked David.
‘Hush,’ said the cow. ‘I’m incognito, disguised as a porter, and collecting evidence.’
‘What about?’ asked David.
‘Anything, as long as it’s evidence. Don’t give me away, and I’ll help you. Is this all you’ve got? That’s nothing to what people travel with now.’
‘Yes, that’s all,’ said David. ‘At least I suppose that’s all.’