“Ignorant ostrich!” remarked the crow contemptuously.
“Look here,” I cried, getting very indignant, “I will not be spoken to like that by a mere bird!”
“Oh, really! Who do you think you are, pray, you ridiculous biped? Where’s your hat?”
I was too indignant to answer, and though I should have liked to have asked the name of the place I was at, I determined not to hold any further conversation with the insolent bird, and walked away in the direction of “Somewhere,” pursued by the sound of mocking laughter from the crow.
“WHERE’S YOUR HAT?”
I had not gone far, however, before I perceived a curious kind of carriage coming towards me. It was a sort of rickshaw, and was drawn by a kangaroo, who was jerking it along behind him. A large ape sat inside, hugging a carpet bag, and holding on to the dashboard with his toes.
“Let’s pass him with withering contempt,” I heard one of them say.
“All right,” was the reply. “Drive on.”