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Updated: June 29, 2025
"What is it, Splash? What is it?" asked Bunny, trying to peer up among the leaves of the tree. "I see it!" suddenly cried Sue. "It's Wango, Mr. Winkler's pet monkey!" "Oh, yes! I see it now!" called Bunny. "Here, Splash! Stop barking at Wango!" ordered the little boy. "Don't you know he's a friend of yours? Stop it, Splash!"
But instantly he snatched the piece of cake from Mr. Winkler's hand, and, holding it in his paw, skipped out the door. "There he goes!" cried Bunny Brown. "He's loose again!" "And he's up in a tree out in front!" added Tom Milton, who had rushed out ahead of the others in the store. Surely enough, when the crowd got outside, there was Wango perched high in a big, leafless tree, eating cake.
"We'll have this meeting again after we see the monkey," he said. "The meeting is it's er well, I don't know what it is my mother says when her meetings are stopped, but this meeting about the show we're going to give, is stopped while we go to see Mr. Jed Winkler's monkey." "Oh, won't it be fun to see him drum with a frying pan!" exclaimed Sue.
That part of their talk which he overheard told him that the man was a blackmailer, and that he was making money on the fact that he had caught Theobald Leining cheating at cards. This chance had put the officer into Winkler's power.
"Just give him two peanuts," said Bunny, "and that will make him come down. Then maybe he'll give back the lollypops." "Well, child, we can try it," the candy-lady said. "I can't hit him with the broom, that's sure, unless I stand on a chair, and if I do that he may reach down and pull my hair, as he did Mrs. Winkler's one day. I'll get the peanuts."
That is, he seemed to be looking at it, but in reality his eyes were looking out and beyond the willow twig, out into the unknown, where the unknown murderer was still at large. Leopold Winkler's body had already been committed to the earth. How long will it be before his death is avenged? Or perhaps how long may it even be before it is discovered from what motive this murder was committed.
"Owls feets gets tangled in your hair," and she put her hands over her head. "Pooh! They don't either!" cried Helen Newton. The children were rushing here and there about the stage, and Mr. Treadwell was trying to see where the strange bird was going to light, when Bunny Brown cried out: "'Tisn't an owl at all! It's Mr. Jed Winkler's parrot!"
"We're going to have Bobbie Boomer in it, and he's a big fat boy." Mr. Treadwell laughed and Mrs. Brown and Mrs. Newton joined in. "What sort of play are you going to have?" asked Mr. Treadwell. "Well, we were just talking about it, in our garage, when Tom Milton told us that Mr. Winkler's monkey was loose," explained Bunny, "and we didn't talk any more about it until just now.
As Bunny, Sue, and the others passed along the side of the house on their way out of the yard, Mrs. Brown called to them. "Where are you going, children?" she asked. "To see Mr. Jed Winkler's monkey," answered Bunny. "Are you going to have him in your show?" Mrs. Brown wanted to know, for she had not forgotten the circus the children once gave.
As the five of them started down the street Bunny stopped suddenly. "What's the matter?" asked his mother. "I I forgot something," he said. "I've got to see Mr. Winkler!" and he started off on a run. Mart Clayton, the boy who had climbed the tree to get down Mr. Winkler's monkey, looked first at funny Bunny Brown, who was trotting downstreet, and then he looked at Bunny's mother.
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