By golly gee wizzy, I tink we are almost there. Gretta grabbed her socks and saw the second sign ahead...Gypsy from Nowhere! Wizzy gee golly, I think we have a clue, this Gypsy horse of course must live in Nowhere!
The small troop of animal friends linked their paws and tails together. Noses to the sun...they skipped and scampered and lumbered on...to Nowhere.