It was almost time for school to be out, and nearly all the pupils were sitting quietly at their desks. The owl school teacher was just hearing the geography class recite, and that was the last lesson of the day.
"Jacko Kinkytail," spoke the teacher, as she took up a piece of red chalk, "where do cocoanuts grow?"
"In our house," said Jacko very quickly.
"Why, the idea!" exclaimed the teacher. "I mean in what country do cocoanuts grow?"
"Well, I'm sure they grow in our house," said the red monkey, "because I saw one there to-day. My mamma is going to make a cake of it."
Of course all the children laughed at that, and the teacher had to laugh also, though she didn't exactly want to.
"Well, Jacko, you may go home," she said suddenly, "and so may all of you. School is out. Now be on time to-morrow, and, Jacko, you must take your geography, when you get home, and find out where cocoanuts really come from."
So when Jacko and Jumpo were walking home together the red monkey asked his green brother where he thought cocoanuts came from.
"The grocery store, of course," said the green monkey, quickly. "I should have thought you'd have known that. Didn't you go to the store for some the other day, and didn't the grocery man have a lot of them in a barrel? Cocoanuts grow in barrels in the store, of course."
"Oh, why didn't I think of that?" cried Jacko. "I'll tell the teacher to-morrow. But now let's have a race, and we'll see who'll be the first to get to the old black stump where the giant used to eat his dinner."