“Not that I remember,” Don answered. “I have lived in different places though, and once I caught Squinty, the comical pig, when he got out of his pen. Did you ever meet Squinty?”
“I don’t believe I did,” said Chunky. “He didn’t live in the jungle, did he?”
“No. In a pen. But he got out, and I had to lead him back by the ear. And did you ever meet my friend Blackie, the lost cat, or Flop Ear, the funny rabbit?”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t believe I did,” answered Chunky.
“Or did you ever know Lightfoot, the leaping goat, or Tinkle, the trick pony?” asked Don.
“Never,” answered Chunky.
“Well, you may. They’ve had lots of adventures, and books have been written about them,” went on Don. “If I meet Blackie or Tinkle on my way home, I’ll tell them to stop in to see you.”
“Do, please,” begged Chunky. “But where do you live, if you don’t come from the jungle?”
“Oh, I live in a house in this big city, not far from this park,” said Don. “I belong to a little girl who pats me and is very kind to me. She gives me nice things to eat.”
“I’d like to see her,” remarked Chunky. “I love children. Does she ever come to the park?”