I escaped its lure at first because of the 'squeaker' I carried with me.
But the monster got me when I fell and the 'squeaker' was broken.
As one looks at his Punch one feels that such a being is either a squeaker or a mute.
And they didn't like me and my squeaker a mossel; but wot did I care.
And I will too, if you so much as open your squeaker again!'
The globes set ...