“I’m going to plant these next summer,” he said, “and then we can have a watermelon of our own.”
“You’d have a hard time cutting it open,” suggested the Old Soldier.
“Gosh!” exclaimed the Cowboy, “I never thought of that, but I suppose we could blast it open with dynamite.”
“Just leave that to Gogo,” laughed the Doctor. “He will find some way to get into it.”
The Teenie Weenies were so full of melon they could not eat a bite of lunch—not even the Dunce—and the Cook had a good rest that day.
Poor Gogo ate more than was good for him. He consumed a piece of melon as big as a hickory nut and the Doctor was up half the night putting teenie weenie hot water bottles on his teenie weenie tummie.
THE DUNCE GETS STUCK IN A PLATE OF TAFFY
SEVERAL days after the watermelon feast the Dunce failed to put in an appearance at the noonday meal. This was rather unusual, for he was always hungry and he generally was the first Teenie Weenie to draw his chair up to the tiny table.
“Where’s the Dunce?” asked the General, as he carved a slice from a big strawberry and dropped it onto the Cowboy’s waiting plate.