Garm, the Moonhound, breaks loose, and bays.

The one who had poked the rag from the window was a crow-cock named Garm Whitefeather; but he was never called anything but Fumle or Drumle, or out and out Fumle-Drumle, because he always acted awkwardly and stupidly, and wasn't good for anything except to make fun of.

We have elected Garm Whitefeather, lately called Fumle-Drumle," answered he, drawing himself up until he looked absolutely regal.

"You may well wish me luck," said Garm; then he told the boy about the time they had had with Wind-Rush and Wind-Air.

"Be careful, Thumbietot!" cried Garm.

Garm Whitefeather, who didn't have time to fly away, he killed instantly.