“Not me! I don’t want him.”
“I demand his arrest!” yelps Mighty.
“Shut up, Mighty!” squeaks Scenery. “He’s been arrested five minutes; ain’t you, feller?”
“You mentioned such a proceeding,” admits Ajax.
“The law is satisfied.”
“What you got in the sack, Ajax?” I yells.
“I am not sure, but I think it is a hipwiggler.”
“He tried to steal my sheep,” stated Doleful. “He assaulted me and——”
“Hipwiggler ——!” snorts Mighty. “He’s got a polecat in that sack. Him and that goat are inoculated against any smell from now on and forever. Amen.”
Ajax stands there and looks foolish. He can’t smell nothing. There is such a thing as getting too much. The goat swallers hard and leans against Ajax. I feel sorry for the goat.