‘don’t you see?’ said taffy, scratching away on the bark. ‘that will be our little secret s’prise. when i draw a carp-fish with his mouth open in the smoke at the back of our cave if mummy doesn’t mind it will remind you of that ah-noise. then we can play that it was me jumped out of the dark and s’prised you with that noise same as i did in the beaver-swamp last winter.’