The Potato Face Blind Man Egypt Jesse James Spanish Onions The Queen of the Cracked Heads The King of the Paper Sacks The Queen of the Empty Hats Hot Balloons A Snoox A Gringo Sweetheart Dippies Nail-eating Rats Sooners Boomers _More People_: Cracked Heads Clock-eating Goats Baby Alligators Pink and Purple Peanuts Empty Hats Bats, Cats, Rats Rag Pickers, Rag Handlers Squirrels, Fish, Baboons, Black Cats A Steel Car, an Air Car Gophers [Illustration] How Dippy the Wisp and Slip Me Liz Came in the Moonshine Where the Potato Face Blind Man Sat with His Accordion The sky shook a rain down one Saturday night over the people, the postoffice, and the peanut-stand in the Village of Liver-and-Onions. And after the rain, the sky shook loose a moon so a moonshine came with gold on the rainpools. And a west wind came out of the west sky and shook the moonshine gold on the tops of the rainpools. Dippy the Wisp and Slip Me Liz came, two tough pony girls, two limber prairie girls, in the moonshine humming little humpty dumpty songs. They came to the postoffice corner where the Potato Face Blind Man sat hugging his accordion, wondering what was next and who and why. He was saying to himself, “Who was it told me the rats on the moon in the middle of the winter lock their mittens in ice boxes?” And just then Dippy the Wisp and Slip Me Liz came flipping along saying, “It is a misty moisty evening in the moonshine, isn’t it?” And he answered, “The moon is a round gold door with silver transoms to-night. Bumble bees and honey bees are chasing each other over the gold door of the moon and up over the silver transoms.” Dippy the Wisp took out a bee-bag, took bees out of the bee-bag, balanced the bees on her thumb, humming a humpty dumpty song. And Slip Me Liz, looking on, joined in on the humpty dumpty song. And, of course, the bees began buzzing and buzzing their _bee_ humpty dumpty song. “Have you fastened names on them?” asked the Potato Face. “These three on my thumb, these three special blue-violet bees, I put their names on silk white ribbons and tied the ribbons to their knees. This is Egypt—she has inkwells in her ears. This is Jesse James—he puts postage stamps on his nose. This is Spanish Onions—she likes pearl-color handkerchiefs around her yellow neck.” “Bees belong in bee-bags, but these are different,” the old man murmured.