were all right. Burglar elephants aren't nice at all."

"What in the world are they talking about?" asked Mr. Brown. "A burglar
elephant? What does it mean?"

"It must have been some sound they heard outside the tent," said Mrs.
Brown. "Or perhaps they dreamed something."

"No'm, we didn't dream," cried Bunny, while his sister Sue nodded her
head to show that she thought as he did. "It was something as big as an
elephant and it most shook the tent down."

"I felt something move the tent from the outside," said Mrs. Brown, "but
I thought it was the wind."

"I'll soon see what it was!" cried Mr. Brown. "You two kiddies jump into
bed with your mother, and I'll take a look outside."

He put on his dressing gown and slippers, and while Bunny and his sister
Sue went behind the curtains to snuggle down in the bed with their
mother, Mr. Brown, taking a lantern, started for the outside of the
tent.

He had just reached the flaps, the ropes of which he was loosening, and
Bunny and his sister were hardly in their mother's cot--a tight fit for
three--when the canvas house was violently shaken and within the very
tent itself sounded a loud:

"Moo! Moo!"