“There!” he exclaimed holding it up. “That’s what I call a man’s sized hoe, that’s what I do.”
The little people set out for the garden, as the General had ordered them to hoe the lima beans. A number of seeds had been planted, for the Teenie Weenies were fond of lima beans and they usually had to store away about two hundred and fifty beans to last them through the winter.
“It will take quite a few more beans this winter,” said the General, “for our family is larger now.”
“Why the Dunce can eat twenty himself,” laughed the Cook.
“You bet I could,” cried the Dunce, who was always hungry. “I could eat a whole lima bean right this minute.”
“Why you couldn’t eat half a bean at once,” said the Old Soldier.
“Well, I bet a grape seed I could eat a third of a bean, anyhow,” answered the Dunce.
The Teenie Weenie garden was hidden away where grown-up people would not be likely to tramp on the plants and as the little folks trudged along Gogo struck up the following song, while all the rest joined in the chorus:
“Beans they take the place of meat,