"I wonder what sort of adventure this is!" thought the Elephant. "It's
almost as bad as being pitched out into a snow drift, though I'm glad it
isn't cold. These oats are very scratchy, though, and they make me want
to sneeze. But where am I going?"
The Elephant did not know. All he could tell was that he was being
hurried along in the dark with a lot of oats, for it was dark inside the
grain chute.
Down, down, down went the Elephant, just as he had gone up, up, up on
the rope.
"Where shall I land?" thought the Elephant.
A moment later he found out, for he was shot from the chute into the
almost empty grain bin on the lower floor. Out of the chute tumbled the
Elephant, and he was very glad to be in an open space once more.
"But it is almost as dark as it was before," he said. A little light
came from the top of the bin which did not close tightly, but it was
only a little light.
But the Elephant's troubles were not over. For no sooner had he been
slid clear of the chute, landing on his feet, very luckily, than more
oats poured out, for Archie was still holding open the door of the grain
bin up above. So many oats came sliding down the chute that they rose
all around the Elephant like rising water around a rock.
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