NAP-TIME had come and gone, the long, warm afternoon hours had slipped away and the sun was just wrapping itself up in a bed of pink and gold clouds that hung on the horizon, when Wongo started, somewhat cautiously, down the trail that led from the mountain through the foothills far below, and on to the open plains. As he was shuffling along, thinking how best to approach the man-house, and wondering if it would be dark enough by the time he reached the sage-covered plains to go into the open without being seen, he heard the slow flapping of wings near by and a voice that sang in Kaw’s most teasing manner:
“Oh, he waddles along with his toes turned in,
His mouth set straight ’twixt his nose and his chin;
His little eyes peep from the front of his head,
And whenever he cries they turn very red.
Very red, so ’tis said,
Very red, very red;
His eyes, when he cries
Turn exceedingly red!