“WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?”
H-R-R-R-UMPH!
Pinky Pig trotted back to his rowboat—trip trap, trip trap, trip trap.
All the night and all the night he rowed—he rowed—and he ro-o-owed until the oars—dropped—from—his—hands—and the big river took the boat down itself.
Pinky Pig curled up under the seat. And this is the sound that came from the boat:
H-r-r-r-umph
h-h-r-r-r-umph
h-h-h-r-r-r-r-UM-MPH!