“Did he sometimes say, ‘My fur and whiskers’?” asked Rough Coat.
“Yes, yes,” cried Father and Mother Bun together.
Rough Coat gave himself a great shake, remarking:
“I enjoyed my lunch, I do declare;
Ask your questions of Brother Bear.”
“Whisk! with a bound he was gone!”
Whisk! with a bound he was gone!
Father Bun said: