“Hold on there, Monkey,” interrupted Lion. “Not so fast and, for goodness’ sake, don’t get so excited. Besides, I, for one, know of no balloons in this vicinity.”
“No, no, I don’t mean truly big balloons,” explained Monkey. “Wait a minute and I’ll show you!” And away he dashed down the menagerie tent and was back in a twinkling, waving a great cluster of toy balloons over his head.
“Monkey,” admitted Lion, as he took the balloons, “I must confess that your head is ofttimes much longer than mine. Of course, you mean—”
“To write our message, tie it to the balloons and get the east wind to carry it over the hill to the place where Giraffe saw the sun go down,” finished Monkey.
And then the excitement that followed! The writing of the message fell to Diggeldy Dan and, after no end of changes—all, of course, for the better—there appeared these words written on a corner that had been torn from the great circus poster:
“Dear Pretty Lady with the Blue-Blue Eyes,
At Sunset House, just over the hill:
“We all want you to visit us. We all promise to be very quiet.
“Please come at half-past twilight, to-morrow.
(Signed) “Animals of Spangleland,