time.
Then a cricket bal was thrown to Jeremy, who caught it deftly. A small girl appeared from somewhere and set up three stumps for a wicket. „Can"t find the bails, jeremy!" she cal ed. „Have you got them in your pocket?"
„No," said Jeremy. „Never mind, I"l knock the stumps right over!"
But that wasn"t so easy with Charlie the Chimp at the wicket! He took a terrific swipe at the bal , and it went right over Jeremy"s head, too high to catch.
The chimp lost his balance and sat down on the wicket, knocking the stumps out of the ground.
„OUT!" yelled Jeremy, but the chimp wasn"t having that. He carefully put up the stumps again, and then set himself in front once more, waggling the bat.
It was the funniest cricket that the children had ever seen! The chimpanzee was very, very clever with the bat, and sent poor Jeremy running al over the place. Then finally he chased the boy al round the ring with the bat making curious chortling noises. The children didn"t know if he was amused or angry! Finally he threw the bat at Jeremy and walked off, scratching himself under one arm.
The children roared with laughter at him. „He"s as good as any clown!" said Dick. „Jeremy, does he do this cricket act every night when the circus is open?"
„Oh yes - and sometimes he hits the bal into the audience," said Jeremy. „There"s great excitement then. Sometimes, for a treat, we let one of the boys in the audience come down and bowl to Charlie. One bowled him right out once, and Charlie was so cross that he chased him all round the ring three times - just as he chased me just now. The boy didn"t like it much!"
Charlie came up to Jeremy, and put his great arms round him, trying to swing him off the ground.
„Stop that, Charlie," said Jeremy, wriggling free. „Look out - here comes the Dancing Donkey! Better get out of the ring - goodness knows what antics he"ll be up to!"
In came the Dancing Donkey. He was dark grey, and tossed his head as he came galloping in. He stood and looked round at everyone. Then he sat down, lifted up a leg and scratched his nose. The children stared in astonishment. They had never in their lives seen a donkey do that before! Then, when the band suddenly began to play, the donkey stood up and listened, flapping his ears first one way and then another, and nodding his head in time to the music.
The band changed its tune to a march. The donkey listened again, and then began to march round the ring in perfect time - clip-clop-clip-clop-clip-clop. Then it apparently felt tired, and sat down heavily on its back legs. The children couldn"t help laughing. The donkey got up, and somehow its back legs became entangled with its front ones, and it fel down, looking most ridiculous.
„Has it hurt itself?" asked Anne, anxiously. „Oh dear - it wil break one of its legs if it goes on like this. Look, it can"t untangle them, Jeremy."
The donkey gave a mournful bray, tried to get up, and flopped down again. The band changed its tune, and the donkey leapt up at once, and began to do a kind of tap-dance - clickety-click, clickety-click, clickety-click - it was marvel ous!
„I shouldn"t have thought that a donkey could possibly have been taught to tap-dance,"
said George.
Soon the donkey seemed to feel tired again. It stopped dancing, but the band stil went on playing. The donkey ran towards it and stamped its foot.
A weird voice suddenly came from it. „Too fast! TOO FAST!" But the band took no notice and went on playing. The donkey bent down, wriggled hard - and its head fel off on to the grass in the ring! Anne gave a shriek of fright.
„Don"t be an ass, Anne," said Dick. „You didn"t think the donkey was a real one, did you?"
„Isn"t it?" said Anne, relieved. „It looks just like that donkey that used to give rides to children on Kirrin beach."
The donkey now split in half, and a smal man climbed out of each half, taking their legs careful y out of the donkey"s legs. The donkey-skin fel to the
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