As soon as the early supper was over they began to discuss plans for trying to find out what it was that was making the mysterious tracks. They all felt that it had gone far enough and that they were actually in danger and that it was high time to do something.
“Now, how are we going about catching that lalapaloosla?” Jack asked, as they sat around the fire.
“What’s that you said?” Rex gasped.
“I said how are we going to catch the lalapaloosla?”
“And what’s that?”
“That’s a second cousin to a ringed-tailed squeeler,” Jack replied with a perfect sober face.
“Oh, now I understand. I had one of them once,” Rex said equally sober.
“Eh, what?”
“I said I had one once.”
“One what?”