Really, I liked them, only it took about a hundred to get enough to chew
on.

Then there were white things, making me think of some small shells, as
there were peeps of yellow inside. Ah, I remember again, they were named
"popcorn." I preferred the peanuts.

I didn't know what to think of "taffy." Jinks! how it stuck to a
fellow's jaws! Bah! the whole lot of stuff called "candy" was too sweet
and sticky.

Some jolly-looking people that came to the park for what they called a
"picnic," tossed me queer food named "doughnuts," and "ginger-snaps."
Yes, I liked them, too, particularly the snaps. Then there was an
everlasting fruit named "banana" that I liked at first, it was so soft
and slipped down so easily, but I had too much of it, and grew tired of
it.

I grew tame, would raise my great head close to the strong wire-netting,
and over would come all kinds of what Folks call "treats." Once,
however, a man-Folk threw me part of a small round, dark roll or stick,
such as men-Folks put in their mouths at one end, and send out smoke
from the other end.

Boo, bumaloo, what stuff! bitter and horrid! Men-Folks must have a queer
taste to enjoy tasting and smoking such black, weedy things. One taste
of a "cigar" was enough for me.

I was sorry not to see the boy Roland or the little girl Amy again, but
I think they may have gone to some other land-place, and so could not