his eyes very hard, but still two big tears rolled down and dropped on the ground.
"There, there," comforted Uncle Oliver. He pulled out a large red bandana handkerchief and wiped Little Elephant's eyes. "You have lots of garden left. And you will make a good farmer because you work hard." Then he went off to pump some more water.
Every day on the farm was a happy one for Little Elephant. There were so many things to do. When Aunt Amy made butter, Little Elephant would carry the pails of buttermilk down to the pig pen. Here lived a fat old mother pig and three little pink baby pigs. "Ungk! Ungk! Ungk!" grunted the old mother pig as she nosed about for the chunks of food mixed in with the buttermilk. "Oink! Oink! Oink!" squealed the three baby pigs as they slupped up the good buttermilk.
Sometimes Little Elephant helped in the barn. "Set down some hay," Uncle Oliver would say. Then Little Elephant would climb up the ladder into the sweet-smelling hay loft. There he would scoop up a nice trunkful of hay and toss it down through the trap door. Then he'd get another and another, till Uncle Oliver would call, "Enough!"
On hot days Little Elephant went down to the stream that ran through the meadow. He liked to
