All the Beasts were lying on the bank of the river. Far away they heard the little, thin voice of Tommy Tortoise singing his song. They pricked up their ears, looking this way and that way as they listened.
And presently Tommy Tortoise came crawling up through the mud.
“What is it?” they cried, each in his own PARTICULAR voice. You would have thought that all the circuses in the world were there.
“Bojabi,” said Tommy Tortoise, and crawled away home without another word.
SUPPER!
That night All the Beasts had bojabi for their supper.