‘aha!’ said painted jaguar. ‘now i know you’re tortoise. you thought i wouldn’t! now i will.’ painted jaguar darted out his paddy-paw just as stickly-prickly curled himself up, and of course jaguar’s paddy-paw was just filled with prickles. worse than that, he knocked stickly-prickly away and away into the woods and the bushes, where it was too dark to find him. then he put his paddy-paw into his mouth, and of course the prickles hurt him worse than ever. as soon as he could speak he said, ‘now i know he isn’t tortoise at all. but’ and then he scratched his head with his un-prickly paw ‘how do i know that this other is tortoise?’