Well, it turns out that we had his name backwards and he didn't have the gumption to tell us.

He is right skittish.

I believe that a good-sized bunny rabbit could face him down.

You reckon there's a way to help him?

I hope so.

I sure would like to get a little starch in his spine before we leave town.

You mean to tell me that after 47 years they's given your job to a machine?

I don't blame them really.

I'm getting old.

Nonsense, you're in the prime of life.

My age!

But I'm not as fast as the machine, especially with this rheumatism in my hands.

Rheumatism?

I got medicine that'll fix that.

Don't bother.

I got it right here.

What's that for?

I'd like to help with the dishes.

I'll fetch Ellie for that.

Here, you swallow this.