"To forget the most important thing of all--the prize!" added another.
"Who are you, if you please?" asked the Elephant, stepping down off the
onion crate.
"I'm the Hoe," was the answer of the first. "If I had wished I could
have told how useful I am. In fact, I think I will have a try for the
prize."
"I'm just as much entitled to it as you are," some one else said. "You
needn't think you can get ahead of me!"
"Who are you?" asked the Elephant.
"The Wheelbarrow," was the reply. "You ought to see the loads I carry. I
ought to get the prize!"
"What about me?" asked a third voice.
"Who are you?" asked the Elephant.
"The Lawn Mower. Just think what an ugly place this estate would be
unless I kept the grass trim and neat. It should be my prize."
"Oh, my goodness!" exclaimed the poor Elephant. "If there are to be more
disputes, and more evidence in this case, I shall go mad. Stop!" he
cried, as the Wheelbarrow, the Hoe, and the Lawn Mower came forward,
all talking at once. "Stop! I will do nothing until I see the prize!
Court is adjourned!"
And as the Elephant said this the sound of loud barking sounded through
the barn.
"Oh, maybe that is Nip coming to carry me back," thought the Elephant.
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