tablecloth. At first there were just a few of them and Mother Elephant brushed them away with her napkin. But more and more came, and soon there was an army. Little Elephant tried blowing them away while Mother Elephant rescued the custard pie. Then Little Elephant felt something crawling up his nose. An ant! It tickled. He blew! He blew again! But it didn't come out. He blew harder and shook his trunk. The ant was crawling up farther.
"Humpha! Humpha!" he bellowed. He ran around in circles. He stood on his head. But the ant kept on crawling. Then suddenly the ant gave him a nip right on the tender inside of his nose. Little Elephant left the ground with a roar, his eyes blazing and his trunk standing out straight.
When he landed again he shut his eyes and gave a mighty "WH-OO-OOF!" There, the ant was gone.
But so were the potato chips! When Little Elephant opened his eyes, they were sailing through the air like leaves in the wind.
Little Elephant's clothes were dry now, so he put them on again. Mother Elephant gathered up the food and moved to a new spot. From time to time she looked up at the sky, for big dark clouds were floating past. They must all hurry and eat the custard pie. She cut the rich creamy pie into four large pieces. A
