Then came the eel, and the Lamb was tickled till he wriggled
exactly like a real one:
'I love my little baby eel,
He is so squidglety to feel;
He'll be an eel when he is big--
But now he's just--a--tiny SNIG!'
Perhaps you didn't know that a snig was a baby eel? It is, though,
and the Lamb knew it.
'Hedgehog now-!' he said; and Anthea went on:
'My baby hedgehog, how I like ye,
Though your back's so prickly-spiky;
Your front is very soft, I've found,
So I must love you front ways round!'
And then she loved him front ways round, while he squealed with
pleasure.
It is a very baby game, and, of course, the rhymes are only meant
for very, very small people--not for people who are old enough to
read books, so I won't tell you any more of them.
By the time the Lamb had been a baby lion and a baby weazel, and a
baby rabbit and a baby rat, mother was ready; and she and the Lamb,
having been kissed by everybody and hugged as thoroughly as it is
possible to be when you're dressed for out-of-doors, were seen to
the tram by the boys. When the boys came back, every one looked at
every one else and said--
'Now!'
They locked the front door and they locked the back door, and they
fastened all the windows.
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