Each day a keeper came to feed Shaggo, and, after a while, the man put his hand in through the bars and rubbed Shaggo’s head. And Shaggo felt so grateful to the men for curing his sore shoulder that the big buffalo did not try to bite or kick or butt with his horns. He licked the man’s hand with his tongue.
“Well, I guess you are getting tame, Shaggo,” said the keeper. “It was a good thing we bought you from the circus, and it was a good thing the doctor made you well. In a little while I will let you out in the yard to run around. It is not good for a big animal like you to be shut in a cage all the while.”
And you can imagine how glad Shaggo was when, one day, his cage was opened and he was allowed to come out. Of course he was not permitted to roam wherever he pleased, but there was a big yard in the zoo where he could walk about and even run. And when he ran and found that his shoulder did not hurt him, Shaggo felt like bellowing at the top of his voice, he was so glad.
“Now I am myself again!” cried Shaggo.
And Shaggo did enjoy himself in the big yard of the zoological park. Some camels and zebus, as well as other animals of the kind that eat grass and hay, were also allowed to roam in this yard, and many people came to watch them. Shaggo was much admired, especially his big head and the mighty hump on his back—this was the real hump that belonged there. The other hump—the sore one—had been taken off and Shaggo limped no more.
One day some deer were put in the yard with Shaggo and the camels. The deer had horns, and when Shaggo saw them he thought of the time he had driven the herd of antelopes away from the water hole.
