So simply turn a wintersault!”
The head of the Cottabus disappeared.
“Now isn’t that provoking,” gulped the Prince. “After it promised to help us, too!”
“I meant summersault,” wheezed the Cottabus, reappearing suddenly—
“And if you can’t it’s not your fault,
So simply turn a summersault!”
it recited dolefully, and losing its balance fell off the fence and landed with a thud on the ground below.
“Here! Hurry along!” scolded Count It Up, prodding Kabumpo with a sharp pencil. “The next is a nice little problem in fractions.”
“I wonder if it meant anything?” mused Pompadore, as Kabumpo approached the new problem. “’If you can’t its not your fault, so simply turn a summersault.’ Anyway it wouldn’t hurt to try. Stop a minute, Kabumpo!”
Sliding down the Elegant Elephant’s trunk, the Prince put his head on the ground and very carefully and deliberately turned a somersault. At his first motion Count It Up gave a deafening scream, fell on his head and broke off his point, while the Figure Heads began to run in every direction.