Often, when he had had a long walk home through the Forest, he had wished that he were a bird; but now he thought jerkily to himself at the bottom of Kanga’s pocket, If . . . . . . . . . this. . . . . . . is. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . flying I. . . . . . . . shall.. . . . . never. . . . . . really. . . . take. . . . . . to. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . it.”
