"I'm a Grasshopper," was the answer. "I live here in this green meadow
and sing songs all day long."

"I am glad to meet you, Mr. Grasshopper," said the Monkey. "Singing
songs must be nice."

So the Monkey and the Grasshopper sat there talking together. The Monkey
told the different things that had happened to him from the time he had
awakened in a box on the breakfast table until he fell off Carlo's back.

"Do you have any adventures here in the meadow?" asked the chap who had
been cutting up Monkeyshines.

"Oh, yes, we have had things happen here," said the Grasshopper. "Of
course they are not as exciting as those you have told me about. But we
rather like them. Do you want to----"

But just then something began running through the tall grass a short
distance away from where the Monkey sat on a hummock. At first the
Monkey thought it was Carlo, the dog, coming back, but in another moment
he saw a pink nose and two long, flapping ears.

He knew then it was not Carlo, but he thought it was another friend of
his, so the Monkey called:

"I say! Hold on there a minute! I want to talk to you, my friend! Wait,
can't you?"

"Who is it?" asked the Grasshopper, stretching out one long hind leg.