He felt no fear of them and permitted
them to run their sensitive trunks over him and into his pockets,
where they soon found the rest of the sugar.
After disposing of the sweets, both beasts emitted a loud
trumpeting. At such close quarters the noise they made seemed to
shake the ground.
"Why do they do that?" questioned Phil of the keeper.
"That's their way of thanking you for the sugar. You've made
friends of both of them for life. They'll never forget you, even
if they don't see you for several seasons."
"Do they like peanuts?"
"Do they? Just try them."
Phil ran to a snack stand at the opposite side of the tent and
bought five cents' worth of peanuts, then hurried back to the
elephants with the package.
"What are their names?"
"The big one is Emperor and the smaller one is called Jupiter,"
answered the keeper, who had already recognized his young
visitor.
"Are they ever ugly?"
"Never have been. But you can't tell. An elephant is liable to
go bad most any time, then you--"
"But how can you tell, or can't you?"
"Most always, unless they are naturally bad."
"How do you know?"
"See that little slit on the cheek up there?"
"Yes," said Phil, peering at the great jowls wonderingly.
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