so he gave taffy the shark’s tooth, and she lay down flat on her tummy with her legs in the air, like some people on the drawing-room floor when they want to draw pictures, and she said, ‘now i’ll draw you some beautiful pictures! you can look over my shoulder, but you mustn’t joggle. first i’ll draw daddy fishing. it isn’t very like him; but mummy will know, because i’ve drawn his spear all broken. well, now i’ll draw the other spear that he wants, the black-handled spear. it looks as if it was sticking in daddy’s back, but that’s because the shark’s tooth slipped and this piece of bark isn’t big enough. that’s the spear i want you to fetch; so i’ll draw a picture of me myself ‘splaining to you. my hair doesn’t stand up like i’ve drawn, but it’s easier to draw that way.