“Those are the circus tents,” exclaimed Mappo. “Listen and you can hear the music.”
Slicko sat up on her tail and listened. She heard many strange sounds.
[CHAPTER V]
SLICKO AND TUM TUM
“Mappo,” asked Slicko, as she sat under the shade of a tree, near the road, and looked across at the tents in the vacant lot, “is that what you call a circus, Mappo?”
“That is a circus, little Slicko,” answered the monkey, kindly.
Slicko saw the white tents, she heard the bands playing music, she heard men and boys calling out strange words, such as “ice cream cones!” “pink lemonade!” and “peanuts!” The last word was the only one Slicko knew, for she had heard that before.
Once a squirrel who had lived in a city park came to visit Slicko’s mamma and papa. And this city squirrel told how the children used to go to the park and feed the squirrels peanuts. So Slicko knew what peanuts were, when she heard the circus boys and men shouting about them.
“So that is a circus, is it?” asked little Slicko, as she looked at the big, white tents, all gay with colored flags, fluttering in the wind, and heard the nice music.