“‘I don’t see how you are able to travel about without a head!’ I said.
“‘Well, it is a handicap,’ the Queer Horse answered, ‘but I have grown used to it!’
“‘Where is your head?’” I asked him.
“‘I ate it off!’ he answered.
“‘Ate it off!’” I exclaimed in wonder.
“‘Yes!’ he replied. ‘You see, I was always a sort of pig when it came to eating, and one day a Strange Man came up to me and hit me with his cane and cried, “If you don’t quit your eating you’ll burst! I believe if you were given all you could eat, you would eat your head off!”’
“‘I should like to have a trial at it!’ I answered the man.
“‘Then,’ he said, ‘You shall have it!’ and he led me to a field where hay and corn and oats grew thick! ‘Now,’ said the Strange Man, ‘Eat!’
“‘So I ate and ate, until I really did eat my head off!’
“And,” continued the Beautiful Girl, “I felt so sorry for the Queer Horse I went up and patted him where his head should have been, and, lo! and behold, his head came into view!