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Rh can sit inside and trundle along nicely, for I'm as tight as a drum myself.’

So his Granny made a nice little drumikin out of his brother’s skin, with the wool inside, and Lambikin curled himself up snug and warm in the middle, and trundled away gaily. Soon he met with the Eagle, who called out-

‘Drumikin! Drumikin! Have you seen Lambikin?'

And Mr. Lambikin, curled up in his soft warm nest, replied—

‘Lost in the forest, and so are you, On, little Drumikin! Tum-pa, tum-too!'

‘How very annoying!’ sighed the Eagle, thinking regretfully of the tender morsel he had let slip.

Meanwhile Lambikin trundled along, laughing to himself, and singing—

‘Tum-pa, tum-too; Tum-pa, tum-too!’

Every animal and bird he met asked him the same question—

‘Drumikin! Drumikin! Have you seen Lambikin?" And to each of them the little sly-boots replied—

‘Lost in the forest, and so are you, On, little Drumikin! Tum-pa, tum-too; Tum-pa, tum-too; Tum-pa, tum-too!’

Then they all sighed to think of the tender little morsel they had let slip.

At last the jackal came limping along, for all his sorry looks as sharp as a needle, and he too called out—

‘Drumikin! Drumikin! Have you seen Lambikin?'