. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . ame. Expe-ditions started out continually, until finally Huntingthe Head became a perfect fad. They had littlewpllerps with long necks to play with indoors, andtheyd tangle the necks up on dining tables, and thentry to follow them with little pointers until they came tothe end. Of course, all this travelling outside madea beaten track, and the track developed into a path,and the path into a road, and the road into this beautifulendless highway which is the pride of the Kingdomand the delight of tourists. I remember the day I first got
. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . ame. Expe-ditions started out continually, until finally Huntingthe Head became a perfect fad. They had littlewpllerps with long necks to play with indoors, andtheyd tangle the necks up on dining tables, and thentry to follow them with little pointers until they came tothe end. Of course, all this travelling outside madea beaten track, and the track developed into a path,and the path into a road, and the road into this beautifulendless highway which is the pride of the Kingdomand the delight of tourists. I remember the day I first got here. It was theafternoon of the Fourth of July, 1776, and everyonewas saying a little poem. Some had gone crazy tryingto learn to say it. I didnt know what it meant untilI heard the old road legend. This is how it went: - i. Said an imp as he buttoned his shoes,* I will follow that neck into Snooze,And he giggled with glee,What a lark it would be,I believe it would banish the blues ! * And taking his suitcase, said he, Now promise, dont worry for me, 84. KING TIME For I never shall flinch,Its a regular cinch,And as easy as easy can be. But when he arrived at the Ku-Peremaliganundi of Soo, He had to go back On account of the crackIn the Nickuberamelegoo! In the Nick, in the Nick, in the Dont you think wed better have dinner? askedthe host, rising. Its long past time. The little boy did think so, and had thought so foran hour or more, so he answered that he was perfectlyagreeable, and they all went into the dining-roomwhere they were soon seated before a steaming tankardof frizzled strikers with davbreak sauce. v When is it going to be night ? asked the littleboy, as they finished. For he knew they must havebeen in Tockerlore for sometime, and vet it was neither «/ darker nor lighter than when they had passed thefrontier. Why, its night now, I suppose, said the land-lord, its never dark here, you know; the light alwaysremains as you see it now. Would you like to go tobed ? If
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