The bullocks and the camel said
Newports Cigarettes, half aloud, "Afraid of Two Tails―what nonsense!" And the bullocks went on, "We are sorry that you heard
Cheap Newports Cigarettes, but it is true. Two Tails, why are you afraid of the guns when they fire?"
"Well," said Two Tails, rubbing one hind leg against the other, exactly like a little boy saying a poem, "I don't quite know whether you'd understand."
"We don't, but we have to pull the guns," said the bullocks.
"I know it
Carton Marlboro, and I know you are a good deal braver than you think you are. But it's different with me. My battery captain called me a Pachydermatous Anachronism the other day."
"That's another way of fighting, I suppose?" said Billy, who was recovering his spirits.