In the dog days while I was in a bird cage at feeding time I noticed a young puppy wiht a neck like a giraffe who, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wore yet a precious beaver upon his head. This queer fish obviously had a bee in his bonnet and was quite bats, he started yak-yakking at a wolf in sheep's clothing claiming that he was treading on his dogs with his beetle-crushers. But the sucker got a flea in his ear; that foxed him, and quiet as a mouse he ran like a hare for the perch. I saw him again in front of the Zoo with a young buck who was telling him to bear in mind a certain drill about his fevvers.