The animals lay in a group by themselves, a little distance from the others.
"I've lost my growl!" said Toto, who had been very silent and sober all that day.

"What do you suppose has become of it ?" "If you had asked me to keep track of your growl, I might be able to tell you," remarked the Lion sleepily.

"But frankly, Toto, I supposed you were taking care of it yourself." "It's an awful thing to lose one's growl," said Toto, wagging his tail disconsolately.

"What if you lost your roar, Lion?
Wouldn't you feel terrible ?" "My roar," replied the Lion, "is the fiercest thing about me.

I depend on it to frighten my enemies so badly that they won't dare to fight me." "Once," said the Mule, "I lost my bray so that I couldn't call to Betsy to let her know I was hungry.