They have come from the deep woods and the wild mountains and the desert sands and the polar snows only to do homage to my little Annie . As we enter among them the great elephant makes us a bow in the best style of elephantine courtesy , bending lowly down his mountain bulk , with trunk abased and leg thrust out behind . Annie returns the salute , much to the gratification of the elephant , who is certainly the best-bred monster in the caravan . The lion and the lioness are busy with two beef-bones . The royal tiger , the beautiful , the untamable , keeps pacing his narrow cage with a haughty step , unmindful of the spectators or recalling the fierce deeds of his former life , when he was wont to leap forth upon such inferior animals from the jungles of Bengal . Here we see the very same wolf -- do not go near him , Annie ! -- the selfsame wolf that devoured little Red Riding-Hood and her grandmother . In the next cage a hyena from Egypt who has doubtless howled around the pyramids and a black bear from our own forests are fellow-prisoners and most excellent friends . Are there any two living creatures who have so few sympathies that they can not possibly be friends ? Here sits a great white bear whom common observers would call a very stupid beast , though I perceive him to be only absorbed in contemplation ; he is thinking of his voyages on an iceberg , and of his comfortable home in the vicinity of the north pole , and of the little cubs whom he left rolling in the eternal snows . In fact , he is a bear of sentiment . But oh those unsentimental monkeys ! The ugly , grinning , aping , chattering , ill-natured , mischievous and queer little brutes ! Annie does not love the monkeys ; their ugliness shocks her pure , instinctive delicacy of taste and makes her mind unquiet because it bears a wild and dark resemblance to humanity . But here is a little pony just big enough for Annie to ride , and round and round he gallops in a circle , keeping time with his trampling hoofs to a band of music . And here , with a laced coat and a cocked hat , and a riding-whip in his hand -- here comes a little gentleman small enough to be king of the fairies and ugly enough to be king of the gnomes , and takes a flying leap into the saddle . Merrily , merrily plays the music , and merrily gallops the pony , and merrily rides the little old gentleman . -- Come , Annie , into the street again ; perchance we may see monkeys on horseback there . Mercy on us ! What a noisy world we quiet people live in !
Did XXXXX ever read the cries of London city ?
Annie Bengal Egypt Riding-Hood beef-bones brutes fellow-prisoners iceberg left riding-whip