THE LAND OF FOOTPRINTS 



affairs displayed atop, he looked straight up Into the 

 face of Little Simba! Funny Face shrieked aloud, 

 let go all holds and fell off flat on his back. Re- 

 covering immediately, he climbed just as high as he 

 could, and proceeded, during the next hour, to re- 

 lieve his feelings by the most insulting chatterings 

 and grimaces. He never recovered from this initial 

 experience. All that was necessary to evoke all 

 sorts of monkey talk was to produce Little Simba. 

 Against his benign plush front then broke a storm of 

 remonstrance. He became the object of slow ad- 

 vances and sudden scurrying, shrieking retreats, 

 that lasted just as long as he stayed there, and never 

 got any farther than a certain quite conservative 

 point. Little Simba did not mind. He was too 

 busy being a god. 



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