|The Story||The Authors|
"'Will you walk a little faster?' said a whiting to a snail,|
'There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail." sang Gregor, tapping his wooden leg to keep the beat.
"See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle - will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?"
Adam picked up Hadley's shoe and was about to finish off the cheeky little insect once and for all.
"Stop!" shouted Gregor and Adam stopped. "I apologize! Zometimes I just cannot help myself. Wake up your pickled friend and follow me!"
|At this oblique reference to his vomit- (and now excrement- and lox- as well) smelling personage, Potter rolled over in his bourbon stupor and vomited yet once more, the stinking tide of which threatened to bulldoze Gregor under. "Sacre blue!" squealed the little cockroach, scurrying in terror up Adam's pantleg. "Ess like ze Germans in ze Franco-Prussian War..." He hauled himself up onto Adam's shoulder, lengthy antennae tickling the boy's nostrils. "Voila. Zat ees better. So long as you do not make ze up-chuck, Gregor ees safe."|
"Gee," muttered Muff, "I could have sworn Geraldine had been with
us. Maybe I'm starting to hallucinate. That's it! I have a fever.
That's why I've been throwing up and hallucinating."
"Az I vas zaying," continued Gregor, "zey are keeping Geraldin in zee ahjalad."
"What?" asked Adam in surprise.
"Oh, ve have been through zis beforre! But zis time I vill dell you zee whole truth. Zee ahjalad is zee place where ze Bagelle Gnoms keep their ahjrahs!"
"What's an ahjrah?" asked Adam, still very confused.
"Oh! Eet iz zo terrible zat I cannot bring myself to zay it! Ve must hurry now bevore it is too late! To zee ahjalad!"