Then there was the time that we were driving the Mammoths down past
Lake Umbagog to Mooslucmeguntic. Well, what with the glaciers & all,
the bridge pilings were looking mighty shakey. ANd there's nothing
crankier than a wet Mammoth. (THey don't swim so well - the hair bogs
'em down.) So I looked the situation over, and figured that if I stood
on the ice, I could sorta prop things up as the Mammoths crossed.
Well, things went O.K. for the first two, but Jumbo was #3, and his
weight drove my feet plumb throught the ice. If I hadn't been so good
at treading water...

Thank you for making that clear. I bet you could fill us in on that rare
French feline, the "épeé-toothed tiger."

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