Gee, but the giant is a coward.  When the bob cat began to run up the giant’s leg, and then up his back, and then jumped from his shoulder onto the fat lady, the giant turned pale and cried, and the midget said to him:  “O, you big stiff, why didn’t you have sand enough to hold the kitty till the keeper came?  I’ve a good mind to get on a stepladder and kick you,” and the cowardly giant cried again, and said if the midget ever struck him he would report him to the management.  Just then pa came along and asked what the row was about, and when pa found that the midget was trying to pick a quarrel with the giant, he took the midget across his knee and gave him a few spanks, and told him to quit bullying the freaks.  The midget got up on a barrel and called his son, who is bigger than pa, when I stepped in between them and told the midget’s son if he struck my father I would have his heart’s blood, and he quailed, and then I bullied the giant, who is a coward, and now they are all afraid of me.

I don’t see how a big fellow like a giant can be afraid of things smaller than he is, and shy when a dog barks, and be afraid some one is going to smash him in the jaw, but pa says the size of a man don’t make any difference, ’cause it is the heart that does the business.  A man may be big enough and strong enough to tip over a box car, loaded with pig iron, but if his heart is one of these little ones intended for a miser, with no pepper sauce running from the heart to the arteries and things, and a liver that is white, and nerves that are trembly, and no gall to speak of, why a big man is liable to be walked all over by a nervy little man who is spunky, and gets mad and froths at the mouth.

I have been having great times with the monkeys, and I guess the manager will make me superintendent of monkeys, ’cause they all seem to be stuck on me, and will do anything I tell them to.  Pa says they think I am some new kind of a monkey, and they look up to me.  I lead out the big monkeys that ride the goats and dogs, and have a horse race in the ring, and fasten them on the little animals, and when they ride around the ring on the dogs and goats and ponies, they keep looking at me as though they wanted my approval.

There is one little monkey that sleeps nearly all the time, and I played a trick on pa with it that like to got me arrested and licked by a man who was mad.  A man and woman with a baby in a little wagon were going through the menagerie, and it was crowded, and they left the baby and wagon in pa’s charge, near the monkey cage, while they went to see the hippopotamus.  Pa is the most accommodating man about holding babies that ever was.  The baby was asleep when its folks left it in the wagon with pa, but it woke up while they were gone, and pa took it out of the baby wagon and carried it around just as he would at home, and showed it the animals, and held it up on his shoulder, and I took the little monkey and put it in the baby