He twists and he
turns, then holds to the bar with only his teeth and waggles both arms
and stumpy hind legs. To cap that, he does somersaults and back flips,
and then twists himself so that he catches the bar with his hands, his feet,
and his teeth. Once, even with his tail!
The boys and the girls and the mothers and the fathers and the grandmas
and the grandpas watch Abercrombie from far below. They shout and
laugh and clap their hands. They're having a wonderful time, too.
Well, as you can imagine, after a while Abercrombie gets tired. It's time
to rest. He takes a few more swings, does a somersault and a back flip,
and catches the rail on the tiny platform where he started. He ties the
trapeze back to the railing, and climbs down.
When he steps away from the ladder at the bottom, the crowd welcomes
him with smiles, shouts, and clapping hands. Even Bumble, the
Ringmaster, is happy to see him and they shake hands.
Abercrombie waves to the crowd and makes his way to where he left his
bicycle. He heads for home.
Arriving home, he enjoys his supper and, as he is very tired, he puts on
his red pajamas and slips into his nest on the riverbank.
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