“Well, where in the world did you come from?” asked a pony on Tinkle’s left side.
“Yes, tell us about yourself,” added another on the right side. “You are a stranger. I never saw you in the circus before.”
“I just came to-day,” said Tinkle, after he had swallowed some of the hay and oats. “I never was with a circus before. Is it nice?”
“Oh, it’s lots of fun,” said the pony on the left, whose name was Tiny Tim. “It’s jolly!”
“We have great times doing tricks,” said the pony on Tinkle’s right, and his name was Prancer. “We do lots of tricks. Can you do any, Tinkle?” for the new pony had told his name.
“I can make a bow, jump over a rope and walk on my hind legs.”
“Those are all good tricks,” said Tiny Tim, “but you will have to learn many more if you are to stay with this circus.”
“I guess the man they call Mr. Drake will teach Tinkle tricks,” remarked Prancer. “He taught me all I know. Why, would you believe,” he went on, “when first I joined the circus I couldn’t do a single thing!”
“Can you do many tricks now?” asked Tinkle.
“I should say he could!” cried Tiny Tim, with a laughing whinny. “He is the best trick pony in the circus!”