(_A mournful silence follows_. T0BY _curls himself up like a turban andcloses his eyes, because he feels like crying. His breath comes inlittle sobs_.)

KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (_absently, in a low, monotonous chant_.)

The hound ... the little hound ... the bones, the little hound ... the rabbit... the great dane, the rabbit really is hole ...the little hound, the muttonbones ...the rabbit really is skin ...

T0BY-D0G, _at first endures the torture heroically; then his nervesbetray him and lifting his head he howls--the long plaint of theabandoned hound_.