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"That isn't a part of the story," snapped the Righthandiron, "and if you don't stop interrupting me I'll never speak to you again." "I didn't mean to," said Tom apologetically. "That's just the worst part of it," snapped the Andiron. "You are an interrupter by nature, and that is the most incurable kind.
"Well, you are very fortunate not to have been one of Ebenezer's particular friends," said the Righthandiron. "If you had been, the story I am going to tell you would have made you very unhappy. As it is, not having known Ebenezer, and, having in fact taken a dislike to him because of his name, the story will amuse you more than otherwise." "Good," said Tom; "I like to be amused."
If we fall into the hands of some horrible creature that wants to hurt us, the Poker talks to that creature as stupid as he knows how, which makes the other so drowsy that he can't possibly keep awake, and then, of course, we escape." "There he is now," cried the Righthandiron, putting his right forepaw up to his ear and listening attentively. "I can hear him singing, can't you?"
"Now the point to be decided," said the Lefthandiron, after he and his companions had been flying through space for some time, "is where we are going. There are two or three things we can do, and Tom can have his choice as to which it shall be." "Subject, of course, to my advice," said the Righthandiron, with a bow to Tom. "You can go where you please if I please. See?" "Yes," said Tom. "I see.
He is a Weasel. Then Ebenezer would be all right, because Giants do not eat Weasels." "I see," said Tom, nodding his head. "Ebenezer promised that he would obey us and wouldn't deny that he was a Weasel if we told the Giants he was one, and we took him off with us," resumed the Righthandiron.
"Never did such a thing in all my born days," retorted Tom indignantly. "Probably not," sneered the Flamingo. "And why? Because you were so well satisfied keeping a canary locked up in a cage for your own pleasure that you hadn't any time to chase peacocks." "I've lived in the family forty years," said the Righthandiron, "and to my knowledge there was never a caged bird in the house."
And my, how the Giant roared with glee when he caught sight of Ebenezer. "'Good! he cried, 'that's just what I wanted for my lunch. A nice fat boy. "Then he reached down," said the Righthandiron, "and grabbed Ebenezer by the arm, and was about to eat him just as he would a piece of asparagus, when Lefty here cried out: "'Avast there, Skihigh! That isn't a nice fat boy.
"That being the case," said the Andiron, "I will proceed at once to tell you the story of Ebenezer." The Story of Ebenezer "Ebenezer was a boy very much like yourself in several ways," resumed the Righthandiron. "He wasn't one of the Sleepyhead or Dozy Pate families, but he was next thing to it. He was nephew of Senator Takeanap, and a grandson of old General Snoraloud but he'd never admit it.
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