Pausing to look back, it asked: "All ready ?" "All ready!" they answered.
"Then cover up your ears and brace yourselves firmly.

Now, then--look out!" The Woozy turned toward Chiss, opened wide its mouth and said: "Quee-ee-ee-eek." "Go ahead and growl," said Scraps.
"Why, I--I did growl!" retorted the Woozy, who seemed much astonished.
"What, that little squeak ?" she cried.
"It is the most awful growl that ever was heard, on land or sea, in caverns or in the sky," protested the Woozy.

"I wonder you stood the shock so well.

Didn't you feel the ground tremble?
I suppose Chiss is now quite dead with fright." The Shaggy Man laughed merrily.
"Poor Wooz!" said he; "your growl wouldn't scare a fly." The Woozy seemed to be humiliated and surprised.

It hung its head a moment, as if in shame or sorrow, but then it said with renewed confidence: "Anyhow, my eyes can flash fire; and good fire, too; good enough to set fire to a fence!" "That is true," declared Scraps; "I saw it done myself.