You'll breeze through--not a nick in you.

Me--well, they're fussy about teeth, I'm told, and, of course, I had to have a swift poke in the mush that dented my beak.

They may try to put the smother on me." "Cheer up! You'll make the grade," said Wilbur.
Through the night he sat cramped and wakeful in the seat of a crowded day coach, while Spike beside him slept noisily, perhaps owing to the dented beak.

His head back, he looked out and up to a bow moon that raced madly with the train, and to far, pale stars that were still.

He wondered if any one out there noted the big new adventure down here..