He had not gone far when he met friend Fox , on his rounds that way . ` Good-morning , neighbour , ' says the friend , ` where are you off to so early ? ' ' I am going to the King for what he owes me . ' ` Oh ! take me with thee ! ' Drakestail said to himself : ` One ca n't have too many friends . ' ... ' I will , ' says he , ` but going on all-fours 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 friend Fox . He takes bag and baggage , and , presto ! is gone like a letter into the post . And Drakestail is off again , all spruce and fresh , still singing : ` Quack , quack , quack , when shall I have my money back ? ' He had not gone far when he met his lady-friend Ladder , leaning on her wall . ` 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 ca n't have too many friends . ' ... ' I will , ' says he , ` but with your wooden legs you will soon be tired .
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