Our hero now sets out for the City of New York to find Mr Zuckermann.
He travelled on foot, and he slept under hedges, and he lived on berries
and wild herbs, and it took him sixteen days to reach the metropolis.
“What a fabulous place this is!” he cried as he stood at the corner of Fifty-seventh Street and Fifth Avenue, staring around him. “There are no cows or chickens anywhere, and none of the women looks in the least like Aunt Glosspan.”