So why do dogs do it ?" "Were you ever a dog ?" asked Toto.
"No indeed," replied Hank.

"I am thankful to say I was created a mule--the most beautiful of all beasts--and have always remained one." The Woozy sat upon his square haunches to examine Hank with care.
"Beauty," he said, "must be a matter of taste.

I don't say your judgment is bad, friend Hank, or that you are so vulgar as to be conceited.

But if you admire big, waggy ears and a tail like a paintbrush and hoofs big enough for an elephant and a long neck and a body so skinny that one can count the ribs with one eye shut--if that's your idea of beauty, Hank, then either you or I must be much mistaken." "You're full of edges," sneered the Mule.

"If I were square as you are, I suppose you'd think me lovely." "Outwardly, dear Hank, I would," replied the Woozy.