Unc' fletch trails along, an' Ballyhoo stops at a big sycamore tree.
Gee, fletch, don't you wish you had a boat like that with all the gasoline to run her?
Ther tree opens a crack runnin' all ther way from ther roots up as far as Unc' fletch kin see.
Ther crack is big ernuff ter put yer finger in, but Unc' fletch doesn't do no such fool trick ez that.
Now this is some puzzlin' ter Unc' fletch, an' he hez some more o' them funny feelin's erbout ghosts, an' them things.
Unc' fletch didn't dare leave ther tree alone, so he tied a note ter Ballyhoo an' sent him back ter ther village fer a carpenter.