The Griffin awoke, saw himself being shown upon the moving picture film, and gave a shriek of delight.
"Stop! oh, stop!" shrieked the Griffin, as he ambled across to Carry-on-Merry and seized the Gold Wand. "Please don't hurry past this beautiful picture. Of course," cried the Griffin with a silly laugh, "of course it's me, ME with Royalty passing me. Is it not beautiful?—you can all see for yourselves. I am sitting higher up than Royalty itself. Notice the way the Royal personages bow and laugh as they pass me."
"They laugh right enough," agreed Carry-on-Merry.
"Eh?" said the Griffin suspiciously.
"The Griffin ought to have been a showman," observed the Pleasant-Faced
Lion.
"Now we pass on to the next picture," called Carry-on-Merry.
"Oh, don't hurry," implored the Griffin. "Don't pass the most beautiful of all the pictures in such haste."
"Next picture," laughed Carry-on-Merry.
The Griffin, after bestowing a hurt look upon Carry-on-Merry, retired, and again composed himself for sleep.
His slumber this time was not destined to be of long duration.