"Oh, Mufti, pray come look at all these lovely creatures in the moat. I adore them all. Why, Mufti, nothing is greater than the proud alligator. Why, to me, he is more like a brother. And that's why I smile at each crocodile, who, in truth, might be somebody's mother. And remember, Mufti, a pus that is octor could perhaps be a doctor, if the world only gave him the chance. And the toothy old shark, might desire as a lark, to learn how to sing and to dance. Yes, nothing is prettier, or wiser or wittier, or brings lovelier dreams when I'm sleepy, than my comrades afloat in this splendid old moat, lovely creatures all crawly and creepy."