CHAPTER FOUR
TOMMY TORTOISE
By this time All the Beasts were so HUNGRY that they sat round the tree and cried.
You see there was no one else who had a boat.
“What shall we do?” they wailed and howled and buzzed and grunted and groaned and sobbed and lamented, each in his own most PARTICULAR voice.
Then Tommy Tortoise, who had been lying asleep in the sun, opened one eye, and said, “What is all this fuss about? Haven’t you found out the name of this tree YET?”
They said they had not and cried harder than ever.
“Oh, well,” said he, “if that’s all, I’ll go and get it for you.”
“YOU!” snarled Tabby Tiger.