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“I’m not going to play,” said Shaggo.

“Not going to play!” echoed Poko and Soako.

“No,” went on Shaggo. “I don’t feel like playing tag. Besides, it will make the mud dry quicker and drop off, and then I’ll have to go into the wallow again.”

“Well, that’s only fun!” said Soako, and again he and Poko looked at each other. They said nothing, but they thought that Shaggo was acting very strangely indeed. Not to play tag!

“Is there any other game you’d like to play?” asked Poko, as he nibbled a bit of grass at the edge of the spring.

“No,” answered Shaggo, in a grumbling sort of voice. “All I want is to be left alone. I’m going for a walk. It’s too hot to play tag.”

It was hot, there was no denying that. But then there was the cool wallow to soak in when one was warm after running. And there was also a shady forest which was farther up the National Park preserve. Soako and Poko shook their heads. They could not understand Shaggo.

“Let him go,” whispered Poko, as the big animal started off by himself.