Then, of course, she found herself face to face with a mighty unpleasant--unpleasant--Er--er--er--Less see; what's the word I want?
Unpleasant--Er--er--Blamed if I haven't forgotten that word." "Predicament," suggested Mr.Potts.
"No, that's not it.

What's the name of that thing with two horns?
Unpleasant--Er--er--Hang it! it's gone clear out of my mind." "A cow," hinted Miss Mooney.
"No, not a cow." "Maybe it's a buffalo," remarked Dr.Dox.
"No, no kind of an animal.

Something else with two horns.

Mighty queer I can't recall it." "Perhaps it's a brass band," observed Butterwick.
"Or a man who's had a couple of drinks," suggested Dr.Brown.
"Of course not." "You don't mean a fire company ?" asked Mrs.Banger.
"N--no.

That's the confounded queerest thing I ever heard of, that I can't remember that word," said Mr.Lamb, getting warm and beginning to feel miserable.
"Well, give us the rest of the story without it," said Potts.
"That's the mischief of it," said Mr.Lamb.