"Mm-mmm," murmured Grandpa Elephant, who settled into a comfortable chair with a cushion.
"Can I have a drumstick?" cried Little Elephant, as he climbed up onto his high stool. And then he looked at the bowl of soup in front of him and said, "Humph!"
He knew he must finish that soup before he could get any of the real dinner. So he dipped his trunk inside and gave a mighty suck, "Uuuuuuuuuup!" Then he squirted it down his throat.
Mother Elephant looked at him and whispered, "Oh, Little Elephant! That's not polite."
When Little Elephant could see the pattern on the bottom of his bowl, he said, "Now, can I have my drumstick?"
"Yes, Little Elephant. But you must wait until the rest of us have finished our soup," said Mother Elephant.
Little Elephant waited and waited. Why did grown-ups have to talk so much?
At last Father Elephant began to serve. "Now here's a fine drumstick for you," he said.
Little Elephant ate one drumstick and then an-
