Poor old Bowser ! He certainly was the picture of misery as he limped along that road . His tail hung down as if he had n't strength enough to hold it up . His head also hung low . He walked on three legs and limped with one of these . In his eyes was such a look of pain and suffering as would have touched the hardest heart . He whined and whimpered as he limped along . It seemed to him that he had gone a terribly long distance , though really it was not far at all , when something tickled his nose , that wonderful nose which can smell the tracks of others long after they have passed . But this time it was n't the smell of a track that tickled his nose ; it was something in the air . Bowser lifted his head and sniffed long and hard . What he smelled was smoke . He knew what that meant . Somewhere not very far ahead of him was a house . -LSB- Illustration : SOMEWHERE NOT VERY FAR AHEAD OF HIM WAS A HOUSE . Page 96 . -RSB- With new hope and courage Bowser tried to hurry on . Presently around a turn of the road he saw a farmyard . The smell of the smoke from the chimney of the farmhouse was stronger now , and with it was mingled an appetizing smell of things cooking . Into Bowser 's whimper there now crept a little note of eagerness as he dragged himself across the farmyard and up to the back door . There his strength quite left him .
He did n't have enough XXXXX to even bark .
Bowser Illustration Poor farmyard head house left something strength whimper