The LIon's Paw by Katie

Ow！ Roared the lion. “There is a thorn in my paw, who willl take it out?”   “Not I,” said the solid rhinoceros. “I am sharpening my pointed horn.” “Not I,” said the startled kudu. “I am racing away from here.”   “Not I,” whispered the tall giraff among the tip-top leaves. “Not I,” said the bouncing baboom. “I am having too much fun.”     “Who will take the thorn out?” asked the crowned crane. “Not I,” said the hippopotamus. “I am cooling off in the mud.”   “Not I,” said the striped zebra. “I am kicking up my heels.” “Not I,” said the bright-eyed monkey. “I am swinging by my tail.”   “Not I,” said the big gorilla. “I am scratching away my fleas.” “Not I,” said the elegant gazelle. “I am leaping across the veld.”     “Well no one remove the thorn?” called the ibis by the purple pool. “Not I,” said the slippery crocodile. Smiling a hungry smile.   “Not I,” said the trumpeting elephant. “I am taking a shower.”   “Not I,” said the spotted leopard. “I am slinking through the shade.” “Not I,” said the solemn buffalo. “I have too much work to do.”   “Who will help the lion?” cried the ostrich running over the desrt sands. “Not I,” said the sulky camel. “I am chewing my chewy cud.”   “Not I,” said the swooping vulture. “I am busy hunting a meal.” “Not I,” said the fast cheetah. “I am busy hunting too.”   “I will,” said the little mouse. And she did!