“Oh, I know what he was named!” interrupted Slicko.
“What was his name?” asked Mappo.
“Squinty!” cried the little girl squirrel. “And he had the funniest nose, and one of his eyes was half shut, and—”
“That’s the one!” exclaimed Mappo. “How did you meet him?”
Then Slicko told of having talked to Squinty, and Mappo also told how he had met the comical little pig, just as I have told you in the book about Squinty.
“But you said you used to be in a circus,” spoke Slicko, after a while.
“So I did,” answered Mappo.
“What’s a circus?” Slicko wanted to know.
“What! Have you never seen a circus?” asked Mappo. “Well, I must show it to you. It is not far off. But I am not going back to it right away. Come along.”
Mappo, the merry monkey, started off through the forest, with Slicko following. Pretty soon they saw a road in front of them. And, on the other side of the road, were some big white things, that looked like houses people live in.