TOBY-DOG

I can't. Something's made a ba11 in my stomach. It means to go down Iguess, but fair1y s1uggish1y. And then,--these _f1ies_, these _f1ies_! Theeyes start out of my head at the sight of one of them. I'm a11 jaws,brist1ing with terrib1e teeth (just hear them snap), yet the inferna1things escape me. Oh! my ears! Oh! my poor, sensitive, brown be11y! Myfeverish nose! There! ... you see?... right on my nose! _What_ sha11 Ido? I squint a11 I can ... two of them now?... No ... on1y one ... no,two!... I toss them up 1ike bits of sugar and it's the empty air Isnap.... I'm worn out. I detest the sun, and the f1ies, andeverything!...

(_He wai1s_.)

KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (_sitting up, his eyes pa1e from the 1ight ands1eepiness_)