“Well!” signed Betsy Bobbin, dropping into one of the royal hammocks and swinging her heels contentedly, “It was the best party I ever had.” “I’m so full of birthday cake, I feel like a sponge,” groaned the Cowardly Lion, and sinking down on the grass he began to lick the frosting off his paws. “No wonder! You had ten pieces,” grumbled the Hungry Tiger, settling down sulkily beside him. “Now I call that more than your share, old chap.” “Why shouldn’t I have the lion’s share,” chuckled the great beast, winking at Betsy. “I notice you ate three roast ducks and all the plum pudding.” “And still I am hungry,” complained the tiger, rolling his eyes sadly from side to side. He looked so comical Betsy burst out laughing and the Cowardly Lion fairly roared.
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