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"John Dolittle saw him snooping around the post office"

"Indeed?" said the Doctor. "I would like very much to meet him."

"He was pulling out a loose tooth"

"'George Morland,' said the spaniel.

"I had admired their spirit greatly in punishing a boy so much bigger than they were. And when they wandered off by themselves, again out of curiosity, I followed them. Well, they traveled quite a distance for such small folk. And presently the sun set and darkness began to creep over the woods.

"Heigh ho!" sighed Jip, "it's a circus for us, all right."

And now it came, at last, to the pushmi-pullyu's turn for a story. He was very shy and modest and when the animals asked him the following night he said in his very well-bred manner:

And it happened that one day two men, whose hobby was collecting stamps, came to Fantippo in a ship. The one stamp they were both most anxious to get for their collections was the "twopenny-halfpenny Fantippo red," a stamp which the King had given up printingfor the reason that the picture of himself on it wasn't handsome enough. And because he had given up printing it, it became very rare.

"They think we live on men and breathe fire! But all we ever really eat is bananas. And when anyone tries to come here we go down to a hollow in the middle of the island and suck up the mist, the fog, that always hangs around there. Then we come back to the beach and roar and rampage. And we breathe the fog out through our nostrils and they think it's smoke. That's the way we've kept this island to ourselves for a thousand years. And this is the only part of the world where we are leftwhere we can live in peace."

"'Well,' said my friend, 'my beggar doesn't get any pennies. And I know the reason why: his pictures aren't good enoughnot even for pavement art. Myself, I don't pretend to know much about drawing. But his pictures are just awfulawful. One kind old lady the other day stopped before our standwanting to encourage him, you knowand, pointing to one picture, she said, "Oh, what a lovely tree!" The picture was meant to be a lighthouse in the middle of the ocean, with a storm raging around it. That's the kind of an artist my man is. I don't know what to do about him.'