But stop! I've brought you some presents in those boxes.

Please order your men to carry them up to the palace." "Certainly," answered King Kitticut, well pleased, and at once he gave his men the proper orders.
"And, by the way," continued the fat little King, "let them also take my goat from his cage." "A goat!" exclaimed the King of Pingaree.
"Exactly; my goat Bilbil.

I always ride him wherever I go, for I'm not at all fond of walking, being a trifle stout--eh, Kitticut ?--a trifle stout! Hoo, hoo, hoo-keek, eek!" The Pingaree people started to lift the big cage out of the boat, but just then a gruff voice cried: "Be careful, you villains!" and as the words seemed to come from the goat's mouth the men were so astonished that they dropped the cage upon the sand with a sudden jar.
"There! I told you so!" cried the voice angrily.

"You've rubbed the skin off my left knee.

Why on earth didn't you handle me gently ?" "There, there, Bilbil," said King Rinkitink soothingly; "don't scold, my boy.