"It's morning and I want to see what's in my stocking," piped Little Elephant jumping up and down.
"Well, well, well," muttered Father Elephant as he tumbled out of bed and felt around on the floor for his big, round carpet slippers.
With all this noise, old Grandpa Elephant was soon awake. "What's the matter? Is the house on fire?" he called out in his squeaky voice and came tottering into the hall. He was still wearing his long pointed, black nightcap with the red tassel on the end.
Little Elephant had heard that Grandpa Elephant didn't have any hair on the top of his head. But he wasn't sure because Grandpa Elephant always wore a wig in the daytime. And at night he wore his nightcap so that he wouldn't catch cold.
Now they all started down the stairs. Little Elephant marched ahead, clatter-clatter-clatter. Mother Elephant, holding up her wrapper, padded softly behind, plop-plop-plop. Father Elephant lumbered along next, tromp-tromp-tromp, almost losing his carpet slippers at every step. At the end
