"Yes!"
"Did you see any races?"
"There were races every day; but I didn"t care to watch them," Henrietta Hen answered.
"Did you see any elephants at the fair?" Spot demanded.
"Elephants?" said Henrietta Hen. "What are elephants?"
Spot pointed--with his nose--to one of the posters on the barn.
"There"s a picture of some elephants," he told her. "And I must say it"s a good one."
"There were no elephants at the county fair," Henrietta Hen admitted as she gazed at the circus poster on the side of the barn. "Why, every one of them has two tails!" she cried. "I don"t see how they know whether they"re going backward or forward."
"Maybe they don"t know," Spot retorted. "Maybe that"s part of the fun in being an elephant. For I suppose there"s fun of some sort in being anybody, even a-a-a--"
"Even a _what?_" Henrietta snapped. "Were you going to say a _Hen?_"
"I was," Spot replied. "But I remembered that it wouldn"t be polite."
"I should say not!" Henrietta Hen cackled. "I should say not!" And then, being very angry, she hurried off to tell the rooster what had happened.
"I"ll have to be careful how I talk to these farmyard folks," Spot muttered. "They haven"t had a chance to learn some of the things that I know.
"For I"ve been to the village and seen the world--and the circus, too,"
added old dog Spot.
THE END