I stayed with that circus for some time, and then
was sold again, and as you all know, brought here. And I like it here
very much, because you are all so kind to me. And I enjoyed listening
to the story you told, Woo-Uff, and to Snarlie's story also."
"Well, we liked yours," said Chako, the monkey, as he hung by his tail
and ate a peanut.
"Is there any one else who can tell a story?" asked Snarlie. "We will
soon be traveling on again, but after that, when we settle down to
rest, I should like to hear another tale."
"I can tell about my jungle," said Chako.
"We have had enough of jungles," said Woo-Uff. "Does any circus animal
know any other kind of stories?"
"How would you like to hear one about the hot, sandy desert?" asked
Humpo, the camel.
"That would be fine!" cried Umboo. "Tell us your story, Humpo!"
"I will," promised the camel. And, if all goes well, that story will
be in the next Circus Animal Book; if you think you would like to read
it. It will be called "Humpo, the Camel."
The elephants swayed to and fro, their leg-chains clanking in the
tent.
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