Days and weeks went by, and many people came to the park to look at the animals. Many of them stopped in front of the cage where the silver fox was. Sharp Eyes was bigger than ever and very beautiful.
But still Sharp Eyes was not happy. He missed the long runs he used to have in the woods, and he missed the fun with his brother and sister, Twinkle and Winkle.
“Sharp Eyes, you are not happy,” said Chunky one day.
“No, I am not,” answered the fox.
“What is the matter?” asked the happy hippo.
“Well, I don’t like it here,” the silver fox replied. “I want to go back to my woods and live in the hollow log.”
“Well, perhaps you are right,” said the hippo, after thinking about it and opening his mouth to catch a loaf of bread his keeper threw in. “Some animals like it here in the zoo, and others do not. For them there is one of two things to do—die or get out. I don’t want to see you die, Sharp Eyes, so I will help you get out.”
