And they had met so many Big Ones, too.  Some Big Ones were bad, but only a few; most Big Ones were good.  Even the one who had done the killing had felt sorry for what he had done; they were all sure of that.  And the other Big Ones had taken him away, and they had never seen him again.

He had talked about that with the others—­with Flora and Fauna, and Dr. Crippen, and Complex, and Superego, and Dillinger and Lizzie Borden.  Now that they were all going to live with the Big Ones, they would have to use those funny names.  Someday they would find out what they meant, and that would be fun, too.  And they could; now the Big Ones could put things in their ears and hear what they were saying, and Pappy Jack was learning some of their words, and teaching them some of his.

And soon all the people would find Big Ones to live with, who would take care of them and have fun with them and love them, and give them the Wonderful Food.  And with the Big Ones taking care of them, maybe more of their babies would live and not die so soon.  And they would pay the Big Ones back.  First they would give their love and make them happy.  Later, when they learned how, they would give their help, too.

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Transcriber’s note:  Numerous typographical errors have been repaired.