" He said that chain was his own idea.
I guess he had just been washing his face, anyway, there wasn't any hair on
it and the brown was all cleaned off. I could see now that he was a mighty
nice looking fellow. His hair was kind of curly and his eyes were awful
bright. He took off his fur covering and put on a kind of a bath robe and
then sat down on a chair and stuck his feet up on Madame Whopper's
platform. Oh boy, you should have seen Dorry stare. First he looked at the
fur covering. It had paws and claws on it just like an animal. Then he
looked at Jib Jab. I guess he didn't know what to make of him.
Jib Jab said, "Now for a smoke," and he lighted a cigarette; "nothing like
a quiet smoke after the day's work is over. Back in the jungle I never had
all this bother of dressing and undressing. Civilization is just killing
me. Fact is I can't be tamed. Anybody got a newspaper? I suppose I ought
to be thankful I haven't got my face all plastered up with fly paper.
Where's old Sky Scraper?" That's what he called the, giant.
"Gone to bed," Judge Dot said.
"How about you, Shorty; got a match?" he asked Judge Dot.
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