'Good-morning, my duckling,' says the lady friend, 'whither away so bold?'
'I am going to the King for what he owes me.'
'Oh! take me with thee!'
Drakestail said to himself: 'One can't have too many friends.' … 'I will,' says he, 'but with your wooden legs you will soon be tired. Make yourself quite small, get into my throat go into my gizzard and I will carry you.'
'Happy thought!' says my friend Ladder, and nimble, bag and baggage, goes to keep company with friend Fox.
And 'Quack, quack, quack.' Drakestail is off again, singing and spruce as before. A little farther he meets his sweetheart, my friend River, wandering quietly in the sunshine.
'Thou, my cherub,' says she, 'whither so lonesome, with arching tail, on this muddy road?'
'I am going to the King, you know, for what he owes me.'
'Oh! take me with thee!'
Drakestail said to himself: 'We can't be too many friends.' … 'I will,' says he, 'but you who sleep while you walk will soon be tired. Make yourself quite small, get into my throat go into my gizzard and I will carry you.'
'Ah! happy thought!' says my friend River.
She takes bag and baggage, and glou, glou, glou, she takes her place between friend Fox and my friend Ladder.
And 'Quack, quack, quack.' Drakestail is off again singing.
A little farther on he meets comrade Wasp's-nest, manœuvring his wasps.
'Well, good-morning, friend Drakestail,' said comrade Wasp's-nest, 'where are we bound for so spruce and fresh?'
'I am going to the King for what he owes me.'
'Oh! take me with thee!'
Drakestail said to himself, 'One can't have too many friends.' … 'I will,' says he, 'but with your battalion to drag along, you will soon be tired. Make yourself quite small, go into my throat get into my gizzard and I will carry you.'
'By Jove! that's a good idea!' says comrade Wasp's-nest.
And left file! he takes the same road to join the others with all his party. There was not much more room, but by closing up a bit they managed.… And Drakestail is off again singing.
He arrived thus at the capital, and threaded his way straight up the High Street, still running and singing 'Quack, quack, quack,
