"there are no more to come," he said. "i must take small bites and make it last as long as i can." and he turned it around and around, clutching it tightly with his long, crooked claws, so that not the tiniest bit could be lost. at last it was all eaten, not a crumb was left, and then "pft!" down came a walnut. this hit him squarely on the back, but he was too hungry to mind, and he ate it all, just stopping long enough to say: