brush, and the cock has brought his comb, and the elephant has
brought his trunk, and the kangaroo has brought his bag, and the
condor his old white wig and black satin hood. On this day it
was so cold that the white bears winked their pink eyes, as they
plapped up and down by their pool, and seemed to say, "Aha, this
weather reminds us of dear home!" "Cold! bah! I have got such a
warm coat," says brother Bruin, "I don't mind"; and he laughs on
his pole, and clucks down a bun. The squealing hyaenas gnashed
their teeth and laughed at us quite refreshingly at their window;
and, cold as it was, Tiger, Tiger, burning bright, glared at us
red-hot through his bars, and snorted blasts of hell. The woolly
camel leered at us quite kindly as he paced round his ring on his
silent pads. We went to our favourite places. Our dear wambat
came up, and had himself scratched very affably. Our fellow-
creatures in the monkey room held out their little black hands,
and piteously asked us for Christmas alms. Those darling
alligators on their rock winked at us in the most friendly way.
The solemn eagles sat alone, and scowled at us from their peaks;
whilst little Tom Ratel tumbled over head and heels for us in his
usual diverting manner. If I have cares in my mind, I come to
the Zoo, and fancy they don't pass the gate. I recognise my
friends, my enemies, in countless cages. I entertained the
eagle, the vulture, the old billy-goat, and the black-pated,
crimson-necked, blear-eyed, baggy, hook-beaked old marabou stork
yesterday at dinner; and when Bob's aunt came to tea in the
evening, and asked him what he had seen, he stepped up to her
gravely, and said --
"First I saw the white bear, then I saw the black,
Then I saw the camel with a hump upon his back.
Chorus of Children
Then I saw the camel with a HUMP upon his back!
Then I saw the grey wolf, with mutton in his maw;
Then I saw the wambat waddle in the straw;
Then I saw the elephant with his waving trunk,
Then I saw the monkeys -- mercy, how unpleasantly they -- smelt!"
There. No one can beat that piece of wit, can he Bob? And so it
is over; but we had a jolly time, whilst you were with us,
hadn't we? Present my respects to the doctor; and I hope, my
boy, we may spend another merry Christmas next year.
William Makepeace Thackeray, Some Roundabout Papers
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