"Would you like to be a goose?" asked the bird indignantly. "I should think you'd be ashamed of yourself, you old Scundermutch!"
"I don't care a waffle what you think," retorted Mombi, "but if you care to think anything more, be quick about it, for your time has come."
"Time?" puffed the goose. "What time?"
"Dinner time," said Mombi unfeelingly. "You are tired of being a goose. Well then, you shall be a dinner and I trust you will pan out well!"
"Dinner!" screamed the goose, fluttering all of his feathers. "You wouldn't dare serve me for dinner. I'm a Prime Minister and you know it."
"Prime goose, you mean," snickered Mombi, reaching behind the table for the ax.
Now all this, as you may well imagine, was frightfully interesting to Snip. Raising himself on his elbow he saw the two glaring furiously at one another.
"Don't sass me woman!" hissed Pajuka, flapping his wings.
