"I'm bigger than David," interrupted Pat.
"I guess you are. He was a little bit of a man, but he wasn't afraid of Goliath. He said, 'Ole Goliath, you talk too much. You make me sick.' And he picked up a rock and hit Goliath and knocked him down."
"Why did he knock Goliath down?" Pat wanted to know.
"I guess he knocked Goliath down because it was Goliath's bedtime and Goliath wouldn't go to bed."
Pat remained alert in spite of the moralizing. He gave no hint of recognition that the end of a story had been reached. Anyhow, the creative impulse had seized upon Peter particularly since it might be so unblushingly combined with propaganda.
"Well," he continued, "pretty soon George Browne came out of his house and he was the second biggest man in the world and he wouldn't go to bed and so David picked up another great big rock and knocked him down. And then your friend the Red Bat came out of his house and he was the next biggest man in the world and he wouldn't go to bed and so David picked up another rock and knocked him down."
"No, he didn't," broke in Pat.
"I'm telling this story. David hit the Red Bat with a rock and knocked him down because he wouldn't go to bed."
"No, he didn't."
"Oh, all right then, if you know so much about it, he didn't. What did he do?"