"Was that you making the orange roll?" asked Jumpo, as he tried to get away, but couldn't.
"It was," said the wolf, showing his sharp teeth.
"Oh, please let me go!" begged Jumpo. "I was racing with my brother, to see who would get home first. Please let me go!"
"No, indeed, I'll not," answered the wolf, "and if your brother ever comes past here I'll catch him also. Now, I'm going to lock you up in a dark closet until supper time."
"Do you mean my supper time, or yours?" asked Jumpo, hoping there might be some mistake about it.
"My supper time, of course," growled the wolf, and he was just going to shut Jumpo up in the dark closet, when he happened to look out, and he saw something green in a tree near the stump. Jumpo saw it, too.
"Hum! That is queer," said the wolf. "There are no green leaves on the trees now, as it is getting close to winter. I wonder what it can be? But I have no time to bother with anything like that. I must make a hot fire to cook my monkey supper."
Oh, how badly Jumpo felt at hearing that, and how hard he tried to get away from the wolf, but it was of no use. Then the monkey looked, when the wolf had his head turned to one side, and Jumpo saw that the green thing was a big poll parrot.
"Save me! Save me!" cried Jumpo. The parrot just nodded his head, wise like, and hid behind the tree trunk. Then, all of a sudden, a voice cried:
"Hey, Mr. Wolf, you let that monkey go!"