The Croaking Crocodile said:
“Join our procession—we’ve a plan,
We’re going to the Weather Man.”
So, Pussy Whiskers followed on behind, but Old Web-Foot the Duck had heard her remark, and as she thoroughly enjoyed wet weather she said:
“Pussy Whiskers, take your wish back,
I like wet weather, quack, quack, quack.”
The Happy Hare skipped on ahead but the Croaking Crocodile invited Old Web-Foot to go with them, and they went on for half of a half of a quarter of a mile, until they met Chatter-Box, the monkey, who said:
“I’ll join your procession, like as not,
Oh, how I wish it would turn real hot!”
He was glad to go on the journey to the Weather Man. Next they met Snowball, the Polar Bear sighing: