WATLEY WEEBLE SNEEBLE – PAGE 20

Roco Poco arrived one afternoon riding Garbly Greeb (whom Watley had  driven away). Roco was a plump, jolly little orange fellow who hollered, “Poco! Poco! Poco!” as he went. Roco bounced up and down in the saddle (sometimes several feet into the air and occasionally turning summersaults) and yet he always came down in the right spot. Mixed with the Pocos, was Garbly Greeb’s garbling. They were a sight to behold and a hoot to hear and that’s a fact.0162