are you?" said Aunt Amy, laughing. "A big Little Elephant like you! Why, she's only my pet goose and she's hungry."
But Little Elephant had never seen a goose before. Besides, he couldn't forgive Sally for making him swallow his chewing gum.
The thing Little Elephant liked best about the farm was sliding down the barn roof. The roof over the hayloft was higher than the rest of the roof, so he'd start at the top, scoot down, bump onto the second part, fly down that, drop onto the roof of the chicken house, whizz off that and jump to the ground. It was exciting because the barn was high and he went pretty fast. If he didn't jump quickly enough when he hit the chicken house he slid off into the manure pile just below.
Mother Elephant was worried when she saw him slide down the roof. "You'll break your neck, Little Elephant," she said. "I wish you wouldn't do it."
Little Elephant said he would try to remember.
Then one day he saw Aunt Amy's big black umbrella in the back hall. It was her very, very best umbrella. Little Elephant had a bright idea, a wonderful idea. With that umbrella he could jump off the barn roof just the way a fellow jumped out of an airplane. But that was Aunt Amy's best umbrella. He
