“Maybe,” agreed Shaggo, and he hoped this would prove true.
Horses were hitched to his cage, and it was drawn through the darkness to a place Shaggo had never been in before. He could not see where it was, and he did not much care, as the ride made his sore shoulder ache. He crouched down on some straw in the corner of his cage and went to sleep.
It was morning when Shaggo awakened. The sun was shining and the big buffalo looked about him in some surprise. At first he thought he was back in the circus winter barn, for he saw that there was a wooden roof over his head, and not the white cloth of the canvas tent. But, as he looked about him and saw some strange animals, he knew he was in a new place, and not in the circus any more.
As he arose slowly to his feet, trying not to groan because of the pain in his shoulder, he heard a voice saying:
“I say, big fellow, if you don’t want that piece of carrot in your cage, will you please kick it out to me?”
Shaggo looked up and saw, not far away, another cage, in which was a black, shaggy animal, with long hair and very long claws.
“Yes, you may have this piece of carrot,” said Shaggo, and he kicked it to the edge of his cage. “I don’t believe you can reach it, though.”
“Oh, yes I can,” growled the other animal in a jolly voice. And he stretched out a hairy paw, with long claws, and pulled the carrot into his cage.
“Who are you?” asked Shaggo.
“I am Dido,” was the answer.