Part 11 (1/2)

”Open your mouth!” suddenly cried the trainer, and Nero opened his jaws as wide as he could.

”Oh! Ah! Look!” cried the people, as they saw his big, red tongue and the white, sharp teeth.

”Now!” cried the trainer, and into the lion's mouth he popped his head.

Everybody in the big circus tent was quiet for a moment, and then all the crowd cried out, and clapped their hands and stamped their shoes on the wooden steps beneath their feet.

”There, you see how tame my lion is!” cried the man, as he pulled his head from Nero's mouth, and bowed to the people, who were still clapping and whistling.

”You are a good lion!” said the trainer to Nero in a low voice. ”Now you shall have a nice piece of meat, a sweet bone to gnaw, and a good drink of water. You did your first tricks very well indeed.”

Nero did not quite know what it was all about, but he felt that he had done well. It did not hurt him to open his mouth and let the man put in his head, but it tickled the lion's tongue a little, so that Nero wanted to sneeze. And that wouldn't have been a good thing for the trainer.

However Nero didn't do it.

”What makes the people make so much noise?” asked Nero of Dido, the dancing bear, who came into the larger tent just then.

”Oh, that's because they liked your tricks,” was the answer. ”They always clap and stamp their feet when anything pleases them. They do that when I dance on the platform on Tum Tum's back.”

And, surely enough, the circus crowds did. They liked the tricks of Dido, the dancing bear, as much as they had those of Nero.

After a while Nero's cage was wheeled back into the tent where the wagons of the other animals were kept, and Nero was given something good to eat, and fresh water to drink. Then he felt happy and fell asleep.

So Nero began his circus life, and he kept it up all that summer. He traveled about from place to place, and soon became used to doing his tricks, having the man put his head into his mouth and seeing the crowds show their surprise.

One day, when the show was being given in a large city, there was a big crowd in the animal tent. Near Nero's cage were some boys, and I am sorry to say they were not all kind boys, though perhaps they didn't know any better. One of the boys had a rotten apple in his hand and he said to another lad:

”I'm going to give this rotten apple to one of the elephants and see what a funny face he makes when he chews it!”

”That'll be lots of fun,” said the second boy.

I don't, myself, call that fun. It isn't fair to fool animals when you know so much more than they do. However we'll see what happened.

Nero saw the boys standing near his cage, and he heard them talking, though he did not, of course, know what they were saying. But he could smell the rotten apple. Often, in the jungle, he had smelled bad fruit, and he knew that the monkeys would not eat it.

”If bad fruit isn't good for monkeys it isn't good for elephants,”

thought Nero, as he saw the boy hold out the rotten apple toward Tum Tum, the jolly elephant.

Tum Tum reached out his trunk to take what he thought was something good, but Nero roared, in animal language, of course:

”Don't take that apple, Tum Tum! It's bad!” And then Nero sprang against the bars of his cage, and, reaching out a paw, with its long, sharp claws, made a grab for the boy's arm as he held out the rotten apple.

”Look out! The lion's going to bite you!” cried a man to the boy, and the boy was so frightened that he gave a howl and dropped the rotten apple and ran through the crowd, knocking to the right and left every one in his way.

Nero roared again and dashed against the bars of his cage, and while women and children screamed and men shouted, Nero's keeper and some of the other animal men ran up to see what the matter was. There was great excitement in the circus tent.

CHAPTER X

NERO RUNS AWAY