"Waymnt," Pee-Wee yelled, frantically taking another bite;
"wayermntdyehear, waymnt!"

"Do you think the government can wait for you to finish a banana?"
the postman demanded with a wicked grin upon his face. "You got two hands;
here, take the letter if you want it; here it is," he added, reaching up.

Pee-Wee tried to dispatch the remainder of the banana by one gigantic
and triumphant bite but the desperate expedient did not work; his mouth
with all its long practice, could not keep up with his hand; it became
clogged while yet a considerable length of banana projected out of the
gracefully drooping rind.

"Here, take it," the postman said in a tone of ruthless finality.

Chewing frantically and waving the remainder of banana menacingly
like a club, the baffled hero uttered some incomprehensible, imploring
jumble of suffocated words while the postman moved away a step or two,
repressing a fiendish smile.

"Throwaway the banana," he said.

By this time Pee-Wee was able to speak and while his chewing
apparatus was momentarily disengaged he demanded to know if the
postman thought he was crazy. The postman, resolved not to miss the
fun of the situation, was not going to let Pee-Wee take another bite;
time was precious, and two more bites of the sort that Pee-Wee took
might leave his hand free.