Bunter the Caravanner - Friardale

'You can't pull my leg, Cherry,' he answered. 'I'm sitting here
till I'm ready to go on, and you can jolly well wait, see? It's
my caravan, ain't it?'
'I tell you—'
'Yah!'
Billy Bunter settled down comfortably in the thick grass.
Evidently he did not believe in those ants!
The Famous Five were smiling now. They did not think that the
fat Owl would remain comfortable for very long, with a host of
disturbed ants swarming round him. Neither did he!
'Ow!' ejaculated Bunter, suddenly. He gave a jump.
'Wow! What's that? Something stung me—'
'Ha, ha, ha!'
'Wow! Oh, crikey! Wow!' He bounded to his feet.
'Ha, ha, ha!'
'Ow! Beasts!' gasped Bunter. 'What are you cackling at? Ow! Why,
they're all over me—. Oooh! They're biting me—'
'Ha, ha, ha!'
'Ow! wow! I'm smothered with ants!' yelled Bunter. 'They're
crawling all over me! 'Think it's funny, you beasts?'
Apparently the chums of the Remove did think it funny. They
yelled, as the fat Owl wriggled and squirmed frantically.
'Ants in the pants in Hants!' chuckled Bob.
'Ha, ha, ha!'
'Wow! They're tickling me all over—'
'Ha, ha, ha!'
'I'm smothered with 'em—!' shrieked Bunter.
'Ha, ha, ha!'
'Wooogh! I shall have to get my clobber off—'
'Ha, ha, ha!'
'Beasts! '
Billy Bunter made a frantic dive for the van, and disappeared
into it. He took with him quite an army of ants. For quite a
considerable time, the fat Owl was busy with those ants;
consoled, perhaps, though more probably not, by peals of
laughter outside the van.