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Hugh Lofting. Doctor Dolittle's Zoo (Hugh Lofting) - with the original illustrations - (Literary Thoughts Edition)
Literary Thoughts Edition presents. Doctor Dolittle's Zoo, by Hugh Lofting
THE FIRST CHAPTER - A MESSAGE FROM DAB-DAB
THE SECOND CHAPTER - THE ADVENTURER'S RETURN
THE THIRD CHAPTER – THE SURPRISE PARTY
THE FOURTH CHAPTER – THE NEW ZOO
THE FIFTH CHAPTER – ANIMAL TOWN
THE SIXTH CHAPTER – POVERTY AGAIN
THE SEVENTH CHAPTER – THE BADGER'S TOOTH
THE EIGHTH CHAPTER – THE PUDDLEBY GOLD RUSH
THE NINTH CHAPTER – THE MOUSE CODE
THE TENTH CHAPTER – THE NEW LEARNING
THE ELEVENTH CHAPTER – THE RAT AND MOUSE CLUB
THE TWELFTH CHAPTER – THE MOONIVERSARY DINNER
THE THIRTEENTH CHAPTER – THE HOTEL RAT
THE FOURTEENTH CHAPTER – LEERY, THE OUTCAST
THE FIFTEENTH CHAPTER – THE VOLCANO RAT
THE SIXTEENTH CHAPTER – THE VOICES IN THE EARTH
THE SEVENTEENTH CHAPTER – THE UNITED RAT STATES REPUBLIC
THE EIGHTEENTH CHAPTER – THE MUSEUM MOUSE
THE NINETEENTH CHAPTER – PROFESSOR FOOZLEBUGG'S MASTERPIECE
THE TWENTIETH CHAPTER – THE PRISON RAT
THE TWENTY-FIRST CHAPTER – A RAT'S PILGRIMAGE
THE TWENTY-SECOND CHAPTER – THE STABLE MOUSE
THE TWENTY-THIRD CHAPTER – THE CUNNING OF LUCIFER, THE JACKDAW
THE TWENTY-FOURTH CHAPTER – MOORSDEN MANOR
THE TWENTY-FIFTH CHAPTER – THE FIRE
THE TWENTY-SIXTH CHAPTER – THE LEATHER BOXES
THE TWENTY-SEVENTH CHAPTER – THE WATCH DOGS
THE TWENTY-EIGHTH CHAPTER – THE SCRAP OF PARCHMENT
THE TWENTY-NINTH CHAPTER – THE COMING OF KLING
THE THIRTIETH CHAPTER – THE MYSTERY OF MOORSDEN MANOR
THE THIRTY-FIRST CHAPTER – THE DOG DETECTIVE
THE THIRTY-SECOND CHAPTER – OLD MR. THROGMORTON
THE THIRTY-THIRD CHAPTER – THE SECRET CUPBOARD
THE THIRTY-FOURTH CHAPTER – THE WILD RIDE OF THE WHITE MOUSE
THE LAST CHAPTER – OUR ARREST
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“POLYNESIA,” I said, leaning back in my chair and chewing the end of a quill pen, “what should you say would be the best way to begin another book of Doctor Dolittle's memoirs?”
The old parrot, who was using the glass inkpot on my desk as a mirror, stopped admiring her reflection and glanced at me sharply.
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“Humph!” muttered Polynesia, as the ducks, with a whir of feathers, disappeared again into the rainy mist above our heads. “I suppose John Dolittle has to give an account of his actions now to every snipe and sandpiper that ever met him. Poor man! How dare he be away so long! Well, such is fame, I suppose. But I'm glad I'm not a doctor myself. Oh, bless this rain! Let me get under your coat, Tommy. It's trickling down between my wings and ruining my disposition.”
If it had not been for Jip's good guidance we would have had a hard job to make our way to the town across the marshes. The light of the late afternoon was failing. And every once in a while the fog would come billowing in from the sea and blot out everything around us, so that you could see no further than a foot before your nose. The chimes of the quarter-hours from Puddleby church tower were the only sounds or signs of civilization to reach us.
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