His Curiosity and Belly Are Bottomless.

My son hounds me from morning till night with damn'd fool questions. Father, he queries, wherefore do the stars slumber when the sun takes its throne in the sky? Father, whose counsel takes our cat Watergrass? Father, when shall mother return?

My son! My son! I cry. I have no answers! And yet he persists! I wouldst drown the mutton head in the well, but his capacity for drinking large volumes of water without need for breath is uncanny.