` 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 ca n'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 , manoeuvring 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 XXXXX for what he owes me . '
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