“Don’t you want to hear the end of my story?”
“Yes.... But sister, when you’ve finished, can’t we go out and have dinner?”
“Of course ... as soon as my story’s finished.... Just think: Foxy Fox went for a walk—went for a walk through the beautiful flowery meadows; he had his Sunday coat on, and he held his bushy red tail bolt upright, and he was smoking his little pipe and singing all the while.... Do you know what Foxy Fox sang?—
I am the cheerful Fox—Hurray!
I am the cheerful Fox—Hurray!
And then he hopped for joy! And little Mr. Hedgehog was sitting on his hillock and he was so glad that his radishes were coming on so nicely, and his wife was standing by the hedge, gossiping with Mrs. Mole, who had just got a new fur for the Autumn....”
“Sister....”
“Yes?”
“Can the water from down there be coming up after us?”
“Why, little brother?”