far and he lay down to take a little snooze. Mother Elephant spread a big white cloth on the green grass and began to unpack the lunch box.
Suddenly she bellowed, "Where's the custard pie?"
"What did you say?" asked Father Elephant. He was reading the funnies and didn't want to be bothered.
The only answer from Grandpa was a snore.
"I said, what did you do with the custard pie?" and this time Mother Elephant bustled over to Grandpa and shook his shoulder.
"Eh!" said Grandpa, who could be very deaf sometimes, "the custard pie?"
"Yes, it's lost!" cried Mother Elephant, looking very worried.
Then Grandpa Elephant scratched his head. "Lost? How could that be?"
"Well, it's not here," she declared.
"Now, how could I have lost the pie?" and Grandpa Elephant looked worried, too.
"Well, you'd better go and find it or I'll never make another."
Never to taste another one of Mother Elephant's custard pies! This was so terrible that Grandpa and Father Elephant and Little Elephant all started off at once to find the lost pie. They followed the paths
