It's pretty long and he can spear whatever he wants from the wagon seat.
Lord help the rabbits!" He lazily sprinkled salt upon a large tomato and bit into it with relish.

"But why should I worry ?" he commented smiling.

"They're mighty good.

Johnny, old top, see if you can rustle up a loaf of bread to lend me for breakfast, will you?
I'm willing to trade three cucumbers for it.

And tell Ras when you take his supper over that there's a herring under the seat for Dick Whittington's supper.