noticed it.

As for Carlo, all he was thinking of was getting the cat. And the boys
went after him.

On all sides of the Monkey was green grass, nice and soft. A little
farther off were some trees. The Monkey could see them as he looked over
the top of the grass.

"I wish I could climb one of those trees," said the toy Monkey half
aloud. "I've been climbing up and down a stick so long that I am rather
tired of it. I think I ought to climb trees."

The Monkey was beginning to feel strange. It was the first time he had
ever been by himself, alone in a green field, with the warm sun shining
on him.

"I feel just like doing something!" said the Monkey, speaking out loud
this time, though he could see no one to whom he might talk. "I'm going
to cut up! Hi yi!" he shouted. "I'm going to jump and turn somersaults
and everything."

And with that he began leaping about on the soft, green grass. He
jumped this way and that. He jumped forward and backward and he turned
front somersaults and backward somersaults.

Then, all of a sudden, a voice called, saying:

"What in the world are you doing, my friend?"