"Delighted, I'm sure," said Bunyip, seating himself. "There's
nothing I enjoy more than a good go in at steak-and-kidney
pudding in the open air."

"Well said," remarked Sam Sawnoff, patting him on the back.
"Hearty eaters are always welcome."

"You'll enjoy this Puddin'," said Bill, handing him a large
slice. "This is a very rare Puddin'."

"It's a cut-an'-come-again Puddin'," said Sam.

"It's a Christmas steak and apple-dumpling Puddin'," said Bill.

"It's a --. Shall I tell him?" he asked, looking at Bill. Bill
nodded, and the Penguin leaned across to Bunyip Bluegum and said in
a low voice, "It's a Magic Puddin'."

"No whispering," shouted the Puddin' angrily. "Speak up. Don't
strain a Puddin's ears at the meal table."

"No harm intended, Albert," said Sam, "I was merely remarking
how well the crops are looking. Call him Albert when addressing
him," he added to Bunyip Bluegum. "It soothes him."

"I am delighted to make your acquaintance, Albert," said Bunyip.

"No soft soap from total strangers," said the Puddin', rudely.

"Don't take no notice of him, mate," said Bill, "That's only his