“What did he do that for?”
“‘Cause he hadn’t got a toofache!” said Bruno. “Can’t oo make out nuffin wizout I ‘splain it? Why, if he’d had a toofache, a course he’d have held his head down—like this—and he’d have put a lot of warm blankets round it!”
“Did he have any blankets?”
“Course he had blankets,” said Bruno. “Does oo think crocodiles goes walks wisout blankets? And he frowned with his eyebrows. And the goat was welly flightened at his eyebrows.”
“I’d never be afraid of eyebrows.”
“I should think oo would, though, if they’d got a crocodile fastened to them, like these had!”
And so the man jamp, and he jamp, and at last he got right out of the hole.
And he runned away—for to look for the goat, oo know. And he heard the lion grunting.
And its mouth were like a large cupboard. And it had plenty of room in its mouth. And the lion runned after the man—for to eat him, oo know. And the mouse runned after the lion.
“And first he caught the crocodile, and then he didn’t catch the lion. And when he’d caught the crocodile, what does oo think he did—‘cause he’d got pincers in his pocket? Why, he wrenched out that crocodile’s toof!”