GRANDFATHER bought Toto from a tonga-driver for the sum of fiverupees. The tonga-driver used to keep the little red monkey tiedto a feeding-trough, and the monkey looked so out of place therethat Grandfather decided he would add the little fellow to hisprivate zoo.
A few hours later, when Grandfather and I came back torelease Toto, we found that the walls, which had been coveredwith some ornamental paper chosen by Grandfather, now stoodout as naked brick and plaster.
A large kitchen kettle had been left on the fire to boil for teaand Toto, finding himself with nothing better to do, decided toremove the lid. Finding the water just warm enough for a bath,he got in, with his head sticking out from the open kettle. Thiswas just fine for a while, until the water began to boil.
In vain did Grandfather take Toto out of the bag; in vain didhe try to prove that a monkey did not qualify as a dog, or evenas a quadruped. Toto was classified a dog by the ticket-collector;and three rupees was the sum handed over as his fare.
We foundhim in the branches of the jackfruit tree, the dish still in hisarms. He remained there all afternoon, eating slowly through therice, determined on finishing every grain. And then, in order tospite Grandmother, who had screamed at him, he threw the dishdown from the tree, and chattered with delight when it broke intoa hundred pieces.
Obviously Toto was not the sort of pet we could keep for long.Even Grandfather realised that. We were not well-to-do, and couldnot afford the frequent loss of dishes, clothes, curtains andwallpaper. So Grandfather found the tonga-driver, and sold Totoback to him — for only three rupees.
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