` Good , good ! ' said the King laughing . ' I know what it is ! Make him come in , and put him with the turkeys and chickens . ' The porter descends . ` Have the goodness to enter . ' ` Good ! ' says Drakestail to himself , ' I shall now see how they eat at court . ' ` This way , this way , ' says the porter . ` One step further ... There , there you are . ' ` How ? what ? in the poultry yard ? ' Fancy how vexed Drakestail was ! ` Ah ! so that 's it , ' says he . ` Wait ! I will compel you to receive me . Quack , quack , quack , when shall I get my money back ? ' But turkeys and chickens are creatures who do n't like people that are not as themselves .
When they saw the new-comer and how he was made , and when they heard him crying too , they began to look black XXXXX him .
Drakestail Fancy King as at in so step to with