Wongo sat back on his haunches and his jaw dropped open.
“What on earth—” he began, and stopped short, for Kaw cocked his head on one side and snapped out:
“What did I say—
Now there you go—
Just right away,
’Twas ever so.
Instead of going to your task,
You simply sit and gape, and ask!”
“Well,” answered Wongo, a trifle sheepishly, “you didn’t want me to rush right off now, did you?”
“Yes,” Kaw remarked dryly. “It will take you quite a while to get up the mountain and longer to gather the leaves. Make the pile big and deep, mind you.”