Only when angry do I utter my fearful, ear-splitting, soul-shuddering growl.

Also, when I am angry, my eyes flash fire, whether I growl or not." "Real fire ?" asked Ojo.
"Of course, real fire.

Do you suppose they'd flash imitation fire ?" inquired the Woozy, in an injured tone.
"In that case, I've solved the riddle," cried Scraps, dancing with glee.

"Those fence-boards are made of wood, and if the Woozy stands close to the fence and lets his eyes flash fire, they might set fire to the fence and burn it up.

Then he could walk away with us easily, being free." "Ah, I have never thought of that plan, or I would have been free long ago," said the Woozy.