"What shall we do with Wooloomooloo?" asked the grinning Cat.
"Who?" demanded Jimmy.
"Didn't hear about him? He's the new immigrant kangaroo who came in with a Noah's Ark load of four thousand animals for the New York Zoo. He can hop fifty-two feet—pretty near as good as a trained flea. Legs is his first cousin."
"Tell you how to fix Legs," suggested Jimmy. "Load him up to the nozzle with buckshot, and then we could make him trail us the way the guy did in the Jumping Frog Mark Twain wrote about. Gee whizz! Never heard of that? You've got something to live for! When I read that tale, I came near splitting my four sides and rolling right off the chair. Here's the way it goes: The yap in the story had the jumpingest frog anywhere in the whole country, and he cleaned up a barrel of money betting on him till a funny geezer came along and allowed he could lick the prize croaker with any old frog the yap picked up for him. So, while the owner was off hunting another frog in the swamp, the slick guy grabbed up the performing frog and
