CHAPTER II.
A TRAGIC PREDICAMENT So there he sat upon his precarious perch trying to reassume the posture which insured a good balance, clinging to the trunk with one hand and to the banana with the other.
And now that the encounter which had almost resulted in a tragic sacrifice was over, and while our scout hero pauses triumphant, it may be fitting to apologize to the reader for introducing our hero in the act of eating.

But indeed it was a question of introducing him in the act of eating or of not introducing him at all.
For a story of Pee-wee Harris is necessarily more or less a story of food.

And this is a story abounding in cake and pie and waffles and crullers and cookies and hot frankfurters.

There will be found in it also ice cream cones and jaw breakers and coconut bars and potatoes roasted on sticks.

Heroes of stories may have starved on desert islands but there is to be none of that here.
In this tale, if you follow the adventures of our scout hero (who now at last appears before you as a star), you shall find lemonade side by side with first aid, and all the characters shall receive their just desserts, some of them (not to mention any names) two helpings.
So there he sat upon the branch, the mascot of the Raven Patrol, with an interior like the Mammoth Cave and a voice like the whisperings of the battle zone in France.