G. P.—An acorn, or perhaps even a chestnut.
D. D.—A chestnut! Oh, if that were all! No, my friend. It was a piece of the sky, a great, solid slab of blue sky, that fell clump on to the top of poor Henny Penny's head, and nearly killed her.
G. P.—Oh, how terrible! Have you sent for the police?
C. L.—No, we're going to London to tell the Queen. We think she ought to know.
G. P.—Indeed she ought, and at once. I'll come with you to see what she says.
C. L.—Very well! Only you must not keep waiting to splash about in all the puddles, then.
G. P.—Of course not, when I'm out walking on business.
C. L.—Very well, then, we'll start without losing any more time.
G. P.—I'll just hiss first in case there's an enemy in the road. (Hisses.) Now, then, I'm ready.
C. L.—Then let us start.