It did not come out again.
There was a silence, and then a creaking sound and the voice of the Great Sloth saying: 'No, no, no, I won't.

Let go, I tell you.' Then more sounds of creaking and the sound of metal on metal.
She crept to the arch and peeped round it.
The room that had been full of feather-bed was now full of wheels and cogs and bands and screws and bars.

It was full, in fact, of a large and complicated machine.

And the handle of that machine was being turned by the Great Sloth itself.
'Let me go,' said the Great Sloth, gnashing its great teeth.

'I won't work!' 'You must,' said a purring voice from the heart of the machinery.