"Now when it's brown on one side, I'll turn it over with the pancake turner," said Jumpo, "and cook the other side."
"Good!" cried his brother. So they carefully watched the pudding, waiting for it to be cooked on one side. And, just as Jumpo got ready to turn it, there was a knocking on the door of the little house, and a voice cried:
"I'm coming in to eat you monkeys up!" And with that in came a savage wolf. Oh, how frightened Jacko and Jumpo were! But Jumpo knew just what to do.
First he quickly tied his tail into a hard knot so it would be short, and not in the way. Then he took up the soft pudding out of the frying pan on the pancake turner and he threw it right in the face of that wolf.
Oh! I wish you could have seen him! That wolf was all covered with broken eggs, and whole eggs, and raisins and sweet milk, and sour milk, and cocoanut, and sugar and everything like that. Oh! what a sight he was! And as he was so frightened that he ran down the tree, up which he had climbed by his sharp toenails, and he hid himself in the woods.
"Oh, but our pudding is spoiled!" cried Jacko, sad like.
"Never mind," said Mamma Kinkytail, who came in just then, having seen the wolf run away. "Jumpo was a good boy." And when she heard how they had made the pudding she said it was just as well, after all, that it was thrown at the wolf, for it would not have been good to eat. So she made a nice chocolate cake for supper, leaving out the egg shells and sour milk, and the pudding was all eaten up, for the red and green monkeys and their papa were very hungry.
Now the next story will be about Jacko and the peanuts—that is, if the little girl across the street doesn't wheel her doll carriage into a mud puddle and splash my new shoes that I want to dance in at the moving pictures.