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 on the rattlers and the razz cars, the only people were hats, empty hats. When the fat rats changed hats with the fat bats, the hats were empty. When the fat bats changed those hats with the fat cats, the hats were empty. I took off my hat and saw it was empty. I began to feel like an empty hat myself. I got scared. I jumped loose from the Queen of the Empty Hats and buzzed back home fast. I am so, so glad to be home again.

The Potato Face sat hugging his accordion. He looked up and said, "Put the bees back in the bee-bag—they buzz too many secrets, syllables and snitches."

"What do you expect when the moon is a gold door with silver transoms?" asked Slip Me Liz.

"Yes," said Dippy the Wisp. "What do you expect when the bumblebees and the honeybees are chasing each other over the gold door of the moon and up over the silver transoms?"