Jacob waved his hand to dismiss Thomas and then called him back. “Thomas, is the beer in a barrel, or does the beast drink it from bottles?”
“Bottles, sir. She drinks thirty quarts every day.”
“And do you open them for her?”
“I did at first. But she figured out how to pull out the cork with her trunk. And then she tips the bottle into her mouth. It’s quite funny to watch, sir.”
Jacob quirked his lips. “Give her slightly less than what she needs today. Tomorrow, take her to the exhibition area at the corner of Beaver and Broadway. Leave her inside with the mahout and sell tickets. I’ll introduce her myself.”
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