Something white raised itself up out of the brownest pony's crib, and there was the gander close up beside the open mouth of his friend.

The monkeys make a jabbering noise, and held on to the bars of their cage with their little black hands, while they looked out at me.
The dogs sniffed the air, and wagged their tails, and tried to put their muzzles through the bars of their cage.

I liked the dogs best, and I wanted to see the one they called Bob, so I went up quite close to them.
There were two little white dogs, something like Billy, two mongrel spaniels, an Irish terrier, and a brown dog asleep in the corner, that I knew must be Bob.

He did look a little like me, but he was not quite so ugly for he had his ears and his tail.
While I was peering through the bars at him, a man came in the stable.
He noticed me the first thing, but instead of driving me out, he spoke kindly to me, in a language that I did not understand.

So I knew that he was the Italian.