"Puddin'," said the Possum, acting amazement, "what strange request is this?"
"What means this strange request?" asked the Wombat.
"No bungfoodlin'," said Bill, sternly. "Produce the Puddin' or prepare for death."
"Before bringing accusations," said the Possum, "prove where the
Puddin' is."
"It's under that feller's hat," roared Bill, pointing at the
Wombat.
"Prove it," said the Wombat.
"You can't wear hats that high, without there's Puddin's under them," said Bill.
"That's not Puddin's," said the Possum; "that's ventilation. He wears his hat like that to keep his brain cool."
"Very well," said Bill. "I call on Ben Brandysnap, as an independent witness whose bag has been stolen, to prove what's under that hat."
Ben put on his spectacles in order to study the Wombat carefully, and gravely pronounced this judgment—