OLD GIANT WHALE 
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Mannie did act quickly. He gave three 
masterly strokes, and in just a second he was 
scrambling up the side of the iceberg, just as 
Killer Whale went ker-whack against it. Let 
us hope he hurt his nose and broke out half 
his cruel teeth. Anyway, Mannie was safe 
for the time, and he stopped to catch his breath 
and to look at the beautiful blue of the iceberg. 
No, it didn’t make much difference to him 
whether this temporary home was all ice or 
not, for he had a warm bathing-suit and he was 
very chubby and fat, so he could stand the 
cold. And there never was a Killer Whale 
in the world who could even make this splendid 
berg so much as tremble. Yes, Mannie was 
safe for now, but there was no food to eat, and 
it was a long dangerous way home over the 
sea. Perhaps, too, the berg was drifting out 
to sea. What, after all, was to become of our 
young friend who was on his second adventure 
in the great wide world? 
