“He never told me about it if he had one,” laughed the attendant. “But then, a giraffe can’t make a single sound, you know.”
“Not even a tiny one?” Veve questioned. All she ever had known about a giraffe was that it had a long neck.
“Not a squeak,” replied the attendant. “Sometimes a giraffe will cry, but the tears come without any sound.”
Connie asked the man what a giraffe liked to eat.
“Clover, oats, corn biscuits,” the man replied. “And as a special treat, onions.”
Now Veve and Connie considered this a very strange diet, even for an animal. They would have asked other questions, but Eva warned them they must hasten on.
Before they had walked very far, Veve stopped to listen. She had heard a loud roar.
“That was Buster,” said Eva. “He’s mad because the attendants are slow in uncovering his cage this morning.”
“Can you tell which lion it is so far away?” asked Connie in surprise.
“Oh, sure,” replied Eva carelessly. “Every lion has a different kind of roar. Buster’s voice is real deep.”