... last, all the animals marched round again, and a funny thing happened. A big black [crow] came flying into the [tent] and lighted right on the [elephant]'s back. He spread his [wings], and danced up and down in time to the [marching band]. The people thought he was part of the circus, and clapped their [hands] and laughed, but [Jack] ran out into the ring, crying, "Oh, he's mine, he's mine! ... — Jimmy Crow • Edith Francis Foster
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