'Twas nearby an' echoed so he couldn't tell which way it come from.

He run fer home but the critter ketched 'im before he got out o' the woods an' took 'im into a cave, an' give 'im t' the little swifts t' play with.

The boy cried terrible.

The swifts they laughed an' nudged each other.
'"O ain't he cute!" says one.

"He's a beauty!" says another.