His face didn't look exactly like a man and it didn't look
exactly like animal. First I was kind of scared, because in the pictures
he was in a cage and he was grabbing hold of the bars and glaring awful
fierce and wild. And, gee whiz, I didn't want to eat dinner with a wild
animal. Oh boy, didn't I have a good scare when I saw him coming to the
table!
He jumped over the board seat and sat down right opposite me and took the
fur right off his Head, just as if he was scalping himself and laid it on
the ground. He looked more like a man then.
He looked across arid said to me, "Hello, old top, how are they treating
you?"
I said, "I'm feeling pretty well."
"Going into the parade, I hear," he said.
"That was quite a stunt you pulled. You'd never catch me like that if I
once broke loose. Think you could?"
I said, "Maybe I couldn't, but anyway, I guess you're human, all right."
Then he began to laugh and said to the thin man, "How goes it, Skinny; you
going to ride?"
I guess he meant the parade. The fat woman said, "I wouldn' do no ridin'
fer no proprietor, not me. The public has got to come to _me;_ I wouldn'
never go to _them.
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