"No, indeed!" answered Toodle, and then he picked up old Mr. Chunky-lunky's hat to hand to him. The hat was a little muddy, but just then along came Jimmie Wibblewobble, the boy duck, and with his wing feathers he dusted the dirt off the beaver gentleman's hat until it was as good as new.
"Now, boys, don't slide down any more hills backward," said old Mr. Chunky-lunky as he waddled away, with his head high in the air, because he was too fat to look down.
Well, Toodle and Noodle played on the mud slide for some time longer, and then, all of a sudden—no, a big black bear did not jump out from behind a lollypop ice cream cone. I was going to put a bear in this story, but I've changed my mind about it.
So, all of a sudden, Mrs. Flat-tail called out from the front stoop:
"Hi, Noodle, Toodle! I want one of you to go to the store for me."
"Let Toodle go, ma!" cried Noodle.
"Oh, no, let Noodle go, ma!" cried Toodle.
"I went last time," said Noodle, sort of quick like.
"Well, I went with you, so it's your turn to go now all alone," spoke Toodle.
"Come, boys," cried Mrs. Flat-tail. "I'm in a hurry. I want a cocoanut to make a cake."