“Yes, we like it better than the jungle,” said the biggest elephant. “I was in a circus once.”
“So was I,” said Chunky. “I liked it, but it’s nicer not to have to travel at night. I can sleep better here.”
Then, having had a good meal of carrots, he lay down in the hay and went to sleep.
Chunky had many more adventures, but this book is full enough of them, I think. And I want to write another for you. It will be about a fox, and the name of it will be “Sharp Eyes, the Silver Fox. His Many Adventures.”
Chunky grunted in his sleep, and talked something in animal language.
“What did I say?” he asked the elephant who told him about it afterward.
“You said: ‘Now you stop pushing, Bumpy.’”
“I guess I was dreaming about my brother in the jungle,” said Chunky.
And so we will let him dream on, and say good-bye to him.
THE END