"Where are we going?" asked the elephant, who had run away from the circus
man to travel by himself.
"Oh, to some place where we may find our fortune," said the old gentleman
rabbit.
"I would much rather find some snails to eat," said Grandfather Goosey
Gander, the old gentleman duck, as I shall call him for short. "For I am
very hungry."
"What's that?" cried the rabbit. "Hungry after the nice pie I made for
you?"
"Oh, that was some time ago. I could eat another pie right now," spoke the
old duck. But there wasn't any pie for him, so he had to eat a cornmeal
sandwich with watercress salad on, and Uncle Wiggily ate some carrots and
cabbage, and the elephant ate a lot of grass from a field--oh! a terrible
lot--about ten bushels, I guess.
Then, all at once, as they were walking along over a bridge, a man
suddenly jumped out from behind a tree, and cried:
"Ah, ha! Now you won't get away from me, Mr. Elephant. This time I am
surely going to take you back to the circus." And with that he threw a
rope around the elephant's trunk, and led him away. The elephant cried so
many tears that there was a muddy puddle right near the bridge, and the
big animal begged to be allowed to stay with Uncle Wiggily and Grandpa
Goosey Gander, but the man said it could not be done.
"Well, then, you and I will have to go on together," said the old
gentleman rabbit to the duck, after a bit.
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