Then the man played a tooting tune on his brass horn.
“Toodle-de-doodle-de-do!” played the man, and when Dido heard that music he knew it was the kind to which he danced. So he stood up on his hind legs, held his fore paws limply out in front of him, and began to lift first one foot and then the other, going around and around, just like a person waltzing.
“That’s it, Dido! That’s the way to do it!” cried his keeper. “Dance for the people!” And he played a faster tune on the brass horn, so that Dido got quite dizzy from going around so fast. But the man did not make him do this very long.
“Good! Good!” cried the people who stood in a ring around Dido as he danced. “That was fine!”
“Did you like it?” asked George. “I am glad, and Dido is glad, too; aren’t you, Dido?” and reaching in the bag which he carried over his shoulder the man gave Dido a sweet bun.
Dido was glad to get that, whether or not he was glad to dance. But I think he liked dancing, too, for bears seem to be fond of going about doing their little tricks.
“Can your bear do anything else?” asked a lady in the crowd.
“Many more things,” answered George. “He will now play he is a soldier. Hi, Dido! March like a soldier! Here is your gun!” and he tossed Dido the stick which was carried along, just to be used in this trick.
Dido stood up as straight as he could, and held the stick in his paw, up over his shoulder.