Peck's Bad Boy at the Circus by George W. Peck
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Pa, Do Not Fear. We Met Some Farmers. Old Gentleman, You Ought to Come Down Off Your Perch. The Keeper Who Trained the Ourang Outang Took Me in Hand. He Hit Me Right in the Eye. Here, Mr. Confederate, I Am not a Union Prisoner. I Yelled Murder and Ran Between the Giant's Legs. The Camel Kicked an Arab Off a Rug. Pa Tasted of It. He Hit Pa Over the Head with His Chinese Lantern. They Stampeded Like They Never Met a Hornet Before. The Sacred Cow Chased Pa Up into the Rafters of the Car. The Pony Was Off Like a Rabbit. The Boss Canvasman Went into a Cactus. Dad Was Only Hitting the High Places. |
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