As soonly as she had went I begin task of furnishing bill-of-fare for
her zoo. To Siezer I give bone, to Florence cream. They accept this
without thanks. Then I donate one apple to Hon. Robt. Burns who sung,
“Every morn I bring thee violets” and attemp to chew off thumb from me.
Everything was affectionate as usual.
Nextly I go to shelf where Harry & Carry are bathing in glass. I took
them to table where I irrigated them with fresh water. I was just
feeding them slight lunch of delicious bait when----SCRASH!!!
From next room I heard Hon. Robt. Burns say distinctly, “If you love
me, darling, tell me with your eyes!” So I knew he was doing some sort
of murder.
I rosh in. Oh!! what sight I seen. That parrot-fowell had escaped away
from his roost and lept upward to goldy cage where Hon. Dick was making
opera with voice. With talented grabb that conversational chicken had
shipwrecked Hon. Cage and deposited Hon. Dick-bird to floor. When I
met Hon. Parrot he was hen-picking that talented songster. I attemp to
arrest him for his brutality, but he attach my finger with his eagle
mouth. I was removing him from this when, SCRUNSH!!!
Loud crashy of glass from next room. I rosh forwards. I was just in
time to be too late. Hon. Florence had pushed glassy residence of Hon.
Goldfishes to floor and was dieting on those gilt swimmers. She look
thankful while she make gollup of Harry. She also ate Carry ½, but when
I remove remainder from her she make reproachful growell and snagg me
with thorny foot. I attempt to restore Hon. Carry who was fainted away,
when--BOW WOWS!!!
Hon. Siezer approach to scene determined to obtain food supply from
that cat. Hon. Florence rosh up curtains with angry sizz peculiar to
sky-rockets when she seen that dogged approach. Hon. Dog smile up at
Hon. Cat and Hon. Cat smile down at Hon. Dog.
While thusly they stood Hon. Dick awoke up from where he lay and limped
forth on shabby wings. He give 3 and ½ sorry peeps and flitter to
fireplace where he flew up flue.
Just at that instantaneous moment Hon. Robt. Burns arrive in with
rawcuss yellup, and hooked his feet to chandelier where he hung
suspended downside-up like a umberella. Dog & Cat continue to gaz up &
down at each other like Romeo & Juliet.
“Should old acquaintance be forgot?” require Hon. Parrot, twirling his
head 3 times in circular manner.
I had no time to reply to this inquisitiveness. It were nearly time for
Mrs. Barnum to return homeward and I was full of timid fright for fear
she might notice how badly her Pets was mixed among themselves. I did
not feel sifficient to meet her angry rage.
So I handed my resignation to myself.
On hasty piece of paper I wrote:
Esteamed Mrs. Madam:--when nextly you see Togo he will be gone.
So will your golden-fish & cannary-bird. But I will not be gone
where they are, because your Pets do not crave me for food. I are
not sensitive about this neglect. When you left me this morning
you say so that you thought their appetites was failing. I could
not dishcover that dangerous symptom. All they need was change of
food. If ever you find them refusing eat in the future, do what
I done--turn them loose on each other. If you wish to find Harry
& Carry, search Miss Florence. If you can not dishcover Miss
Florence when you get back, search Mr. Siezer. I am sorry to go,
but glad I went.
I attach this information secretively to door-handle. From inside of
house I could hear Hon. Siezer making coon-tree noises responded to by
war-cry voice of Miss Florence. From top-tip of chandelier Hon. Robt.
Burns was reporting peevly, “Fare-bye, for I must leave thee! One
parting kiss--ar, ar, ar!!”
I sneek silently away on velvet feetsteps, feeling like one Spartan boy
who done his duty by escaping from it.
Hoping you are the same,
Yours truly,
_Hashimura Togo_.