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Updated: May 6, 2025
"The fidgit," he whispered, pointing with a trembling finger to the listening-tank in which the little round fish was still swimming quietly, "he talks English! And and and HE WHISTLES TUNES English tunes!" "Talks English!" I cried "Whistles! Why, it's impossible." "It's a fact," said the Doctor, white in the face with excitement.
But we land animals, as you no doubt know, are unable to breathe under water. Have you any ideas that might help me?" The Fidgit: "I think that for both your difficulties the best thing for you to do would be to try and get hold of the Great Glass Sea Snail." The Doctor: "Er who, or what, is the Great Glass Sea Snail?"
While the snail was speaking, the Doctor and I put our ears against the wall of his shell and found that we could in this way hear the sound of his voice quite plainly. It was, as the fidgit had described, deep and bell-like. But of course we could not understand a single word he said.
There are many sooth words spoken in bourding. There is na thief without a Resetter. There is many a fair thing full false. There is na man so deaf as he that will not hear. There was never a fair word in flyting. The mouth that lyes, slayes the foul. Trot mother, trot father, how should the foal amble? They were never fain that fidgit. Two fools in ane house, is over many.
I hate to put you back into the sea, because I know that as soon as I do, I'll think of a hundred other questions I wanted to ask you. But I must keep my promise. Would you care for anything before you go? it seems a cold day some cracker-crumbs or something?" The Fidgit: "No, I won't stop. All I want just at present is fresh sea-water."
Now, as to fugitive, or as to exile, lookin' at it from my standpoint, I makes my choice. I says, fugitive. It suits me better. It's elegant and inexpensive. I ain't worthy of an Executive Edict. As a fugitive I wouldn't have to fidgit to get even with you. But take your standpoint, Excellency. There's iniquitous limits to you. For instance, you can't put up an Executive Edict by yourself.
He worked right through the night. A little after midnight I fell asleep in a chair; about two in the morning Bumpo fell asleep at the wheel; and for five hours the Curlew was allowed to drift where she liked. But still John Dolittle worked on, trying his hardest to understand the fidgit's language, struggling to make the fidgit understand him. When I woke up it was broad daylight again.
He fished several of these crabs up with a net and put them in his listening-tank to see if he could understand them. Among the crabs he also caught a strange-looking, chubby, little fish which he told me was called a Silver Fidgit. After he had listened to the crabs for a while with no success, he put the fidgit into the tank and began to listen to that.
The Fidgit: "He is an enormous salt-water snail, one of the winkle family, but as large as a big house. He talks quite loudly when he speaks, but this is not often. He can go to any part of the ocean, at all depths because he doesn't have to be afraid of any creature in the sea. His shell is made of transparent mother-o'-pearl so that you can see through it; but it's thick and strong.
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