The little girl in the zoölogical park tossed bits of a bun to the
stork, which gobbled them greedily, and bobbed its head toward her for
more.
"What kind of a bird is it, mamma?" the child asked.
The mother read the placard, and answered that it was a stork.
"O-o-o-h!" the little girl cried, as her eyes rounded. "Of course, it
recognized me!"