“Oh, Chunky! That’s where I heard the word circus before. Don, the dog, told me that Chunky was once in a circus before he was put in a park menagerie.”
“Oh, ho! So you know Don, the dog, do you?” asked the big animal who belonged to the circus.
“Yes,” answered Sharp Eyes, “I do. Don once helped me to get out of a pinching trap. But no one helped me out of the trap where the rooster was. That’s why I’m here now.”
“What is your name?” asked the big animal. The fox told and then inquired:
“And what is your name, if you please, and why have you two tails?”
“I haven’t,” was the answer. “That’s a mistake. I am Tum Tum, the jolly elephant, and one of the dingle-dangle-down things is my trunk, in which I pick up peanuts. The other is my tail.”
“Oh, I see!” exclaimed Sharp Eyes. “So you are Tum Tum! I think I heard Slicko, the squirrel, speak of you.”
“Yes, we are good friends.”
“And Don often mentioned you,” went on the silver fox. “But it seems to me he said you had left the circus, and had gone back to the jungle to help catch and train wild elephants.”