I said, “Yes, I seem to remember him. I think Pee-wee met him once.”
“I—I found out that I’m—kind of—that I’m hungrier than I thought I was,” the kid said.
“Oh, sure,” I said; “his appetite is like a cat, it always comes back.”
And believe me, that was the only time in the life of P. Harris that I ever knew him to lose his appetite. Even then it was only for four minutes. Westy said it was three minutes and a half, but what’s the difference?
He got it back anyway.