The little girl in the zoölogical park tossed bits of a bun to the

stork, which gobbled them greedily, and bobbed its head toward her for


"What kind of a bird is it, mamma?" the child asked.

The mother read the placard, and answered that it was a stork.

"O-o-o-h!" the little girl cried, as her eyes rounded. "Of course, it

recognized me!"