The hounds could not run; one died from sunstroke while chasing a jack rabbit.
"Anyhow, they're chasing the German aroplane off," Tubby declared.
All day long his wife was screaming at them and chasing them with her broom.
He had been chasing her for his answer, and she had escaped him through a gate.
They went on and on, and there, on the borders of a forest, some hounds ...