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Chapter Eleven
"So do I," said the Elegant Elephant, lifting his trunk, "and it smells like soup. Let's follow our noses, Pompa, my boy."
"Yours is the longest," laughed the Prince, as Kabumpo swung him upon the elephant's back. So, guided by the fragrant whiffs that came floating toward them Kabumpo set out through the trees.
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