because he likes to play checkers. Heâs good at it, too. Well, he just got back in time for his act, and he told me before he went on that the police got a complaint from a farmer that his scarecrowâs clothes had been stolen.â
âOh,â said Freddy. âSo theyâll be looking for somebody in those clothes?â
âWorse than that. Wes and Bill remembered that theyâd seen clothes like that twice, and they put two and two together and decided that the scarecrow and the mouse trainer were the same person, and that they were probably a pig named Freddy who stole a balloon. Because, they said, why look for two thieves when one will do?â
âOh, golly,â said Freddy wearily. âI ought to beat it right now, but I canât go with a disguise and I certainly canât go without one. If I could get to that balloon, I guess Iâd just like to sail off into the sky and never be heard of again.â
âWell, dye my hair!â exclaimed Leo perplexedly. âI never thought to hear you give up as easy as that. Just because the cops are beginning to close in on you. A pig thatâs done what youâve done and seen what youâve seen. Why, you havenât even begun to fight, Freddy.â
âEh?â said Freddy. âMaybe youâre right.â He frowned. At first his frown was thoughtful, but gradually it grew fierce. âYou are right!â he said, and began stripping off the scarecrowâs clothes. âIâm not licked yetânot by a long shot. Iâm going out there, just like this, a pig and proud of it, and let âem come take me if they can! Just let âem try it! Justââ
âHey, hold on,â said the lion; âyou canât fight the whole police force. You certainly do change quick.â
âI expect itâs my poetic temperament,â said Freddy, âalways flying from one extreme to the other. But I suppose youâre right. Fightingâs no good; weâve got to use guile.â
âIs that some kind of disguise?â inquired the lion.
Freddy was about to explain, when there was a tap at the door. Leo motioned him to stay out of sight, and opened the door a crack. âOh, itâs only you, Abdullah,â and he opened the door wider. âCome in.â
The man who came in was very dark, and he had a big turban on his head and wore a white robe. He was one of the elephant drivers, and his name was really Ed Peabody, but he was called Abdullah and dressed like an East Indian because he had to ride on the head of Hannibal, the biggest elephant, in the parade.
âWhy arenât you with Hannibal?â asked Leo. âThe elephant act will go on in a few minutes.â
âI came over to tell the boss,â said Abdullah. âI canât go on with âem tonight. I feel all sort of sick and dizzy.â
âYouâve been eating Hannibalâs peanuts again,â said Leo.
âWell, I canât help it,â said Abdullah. âThe kids give âem to him, and you know Mr. Boomschmidt says they arenât good for him and I mustnât let him eat them. And my old mother always said: Never throw away good food. Soââ
âAll right, all right,â said Leo. âTell that to the chief, not to me. But somebodyâs got to ride Hannibal ⦠Hey, wait a minute!â he exclaimed. âThis will fix the whole thing. Give your turban and robe to Freddy, Abdullah. Heâll take your place. Look, Freddy: if thereâs once place the cops wonât expect to find you, itâs on top of an elephant. Then when the showâs over, and itâs dark, you can go with Hannibal and Louise for the balloon.â He looked sharply at the pig. âOnly weâll have to put something on your face to darken it. Gracious, I never realized how blonde pigs were. Iâll touch you up with some of Bill Wonksâ hair dye, that he
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