Finally, after he had been traveling on the train for a long, long while, Sharp Eyes looked out of an open door, and through the bars of his cage. The train had stopped and, not far away, Sharp Eyes could see what looked like a big, white house, with gaily-colored flags, floating from poles and ropes, on it.
“Oh, what is that?” asked Sharp Eyes aloud, in animal talk, before he remembered there was no one in the railroad car to answer.
But, just then, the silver fox saw, standing on the ground outside his car, a great big animal that seemed to have two tails.
“Ha! So you want to know what that white house is, do you?” asked the big animal of Sharp Eyes. “Well, that is a circus tent, and I belong to the circus!”
CHAPTER IX
SHARP EYES IN THE ZOO
The train in which Sharp Eyes, the silver fox, was riding had stopped so the engine could get a drink of water, and it happened to stop near the circus tent, which was the white thing Sharp Eyes had thought was the large house. So the fox had time to talk to the big animal who had spoken in such a friendly way.
“Oh, so that is a circus, is it?” asked Sharp Eyes. “Seems to me I have heard that name before. I wonder where it was? But who are you, may I ask, and why have you two tails?”
“There it goes again!” cried the big creature. “Every one who sees me for the first time thinks I have two tails. Even Chunky, the happy hippo, thought that.”