"Dr.Shark said I ought to put a mustard poultice on my stomach, so I uncoiled myself and summoned my servants, and they began putting on the mustard plaster.

It had to be bound all around me so it wouldn't slip off, and I began to look like an express package.

In about four weeks fully one-half of the pain had been covered by the mustard poultice, which got so hot that it hurt me worse than the stomach ache did." "I know," said Trot.

"I had one, once." "One what ?" asked Anko.
"A mustard plaster.

They smart pretty bad, but I guess they're a good thing." "I got myself unwrapped as soon as I could," continued the King, "and then I hunted for the doctor, who hid himself until my anger had subsided.