Kabumpo in Oz
"I'll pull your long nose for you!" cried Wag, advancing threateningly. "Don't you dare make fun of Peg. What are you, anyway?"
"Great Grump!" choked Kabumpo, without answering Wag's inquiry. "What kind of a rabbit is this?"
"A clawing, chawing, scratching kind—as you'll soon find out!" Wag drew himself up into a ball and prepared to launch himself at Kabumpo's head, when Peg straightened up and caught him by the ear.
"Don't, Wag, please," she begged. "He couldn't help laughing. I am funny. You know I am!" she sighed a bit ruefully.
"You're not funny to me," blustered Wag, still glaring at Kabumpo. "Who does he think he is?"
"I?" sniffed Kabumpo, spreading out his ears complacently, "I am the Elegant Elephant of Pumperdink. Notice my pearls; gaze upon my robe."
"You don't look very elegant to me," snorted Wag. "You look more like a tramp. Says he's a lelegant nelephant from Dumperpink," he whispered scornfully to Peg.
"And what's that you've got on your back?" he called, with a wave of his paw at Pompa. "A dunce?"
"Dunce!" screamed Kabumpo furiously. "This is the Prince of Pumperdink you good-for-nothing
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