“Hist!” cried the ogre, advancing slowly towards the poor, trembling squirrel, his sharp teeth showing in a ghastly manner. “One of the squirrels of the forest enters my realm. What shall I do with him?”
“HIST!” CRIED THE OGRE, ADVANCING SLOWLY TOWARD THE POOR, TREMBLING SQUIRREL.
A hundred voices cried out in reply:
“Master Ogre, friend so true,
He has come to steal from you.
See the bag he carries there!
Seize him by his auburn hair;
Put him in the bag, and then
Hide him in your gloomy den!”