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"I'm not feeding him. Mother," Flossie answered, "I'm just lettin' him smell it. It smells awful good!"
And just then the apple slipped from Flossie's hand and rolled or bounced straight into the elephant's cage, between the iron bars.
"Oh, my nice apple!" cried the little girl, and before any one could stop her she had crawled under the front rail, and had run in between the bars. Right into the cage of the big elephant ran Flossie after her apple.
