Here and there were men selling pink lemonade and peanuts.
Around the green grass were the big wagons--wagons that needed eight
or ten horses to pull, wagons shining with gold and silver mirrors--
heavy, rumbling wagons, which Umboo and the other elephants had to
push out of the mud when the horses could not pull them.
"And so this is the circus, is it?" asked Umboo, as his friend, Wang,
and he were led up to the tents.
"This is the circus," spoke Wang. "But I forgot. This is your first
one; isn't it?"
"The very first," answered Umboo. "My! It's lots different from the
barn where I learned my tricks, isn't it?"
"Oh, yes, heaps different. It's more jolly," said Wang.
"And it's different from the jungle," went on Umboo.
"Oh, yes indeed! It isn't at all like the jungle," said Wang. "I
remember the jungle very well. I always had to be sniffing here and
there for danger, and often I had to drink muddy water, or else I went
hungry. Here that never happens. All we have to do here is to perform
our tricks, push a wagon out of the mud now and then, and eat and
sleep.
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