"Maybe they will," said Woo-Uff, the lion. "I should like to hear it.
But is that all your story, Umboo?"
"That is all, yes. 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. The monkeys chattered among themselves. Snarlie, the big, striped tiger yawned and stretched. Woo-Uff, the lion, laughed.