It was June when the Doctor at last got back to his own country. But he did not yet go home to Puddleby. First he traveled through the land with the pushmi-pullyu in a wagon. They stopped at all the country-fairs. And there they hung out a big sign which read, “COME AND SEE THE MARVELOUS TWO-HEADED ANIMAL FROM THE JUNGLES OF AFRICA. Admission SIXPENCE.” And the pushmi-pullyu stayed inside the wagon, while the other animals were underneath. The Doctor sat in a chair in front, took the money and smiled; and he let the children in for nothing.

And zoo-keepers and circus-men came and asked the Doctor to sell them the strange animal. They were ready to pay a lot of money for him. But the Doctor always shook his head and said, “No. The pushmi-pullyu will never live in a cage. He will be free, like you and me.” So many people flocked to the little wagon and paid the sixpence to go inside and see the pushmi-pullyu that very soon the Doctor was able to go home.

And one fine day, when John Dolittle was rich, he came back to Puddleby to live in the little house with the big garden. And the old lame horse in the stable was glad to see him. And Dab-Dab, Jip and Gub-Gub were glad, too, to get back to the house that they knew so well.

And the Doctor went and saw the sailor, and he bought two new ships for him and a doll for his baby; and he paid the grocer for the food. And he bought another piano and put the white mice back in it – because they said the bureau-drawer was drafty.

The Doctor filled the old money-box on the shelf, and he still had a lot of money left. “Money,” he said, “is a terrible nuisance. But it’s nice not to worry about it.” “Yes,” said Dab-Dab, “it is indeed!” And when the winter came again, the Doctor and his animals sat round the big, warm fire after supper; and he read aloud to them out of his books.

But far away in Africa, where the monkeys chattered in the palm-trees before they went to bed under the big yellow moon, they often said to one another, “What is The Good Man doing now – over there, in the Land of the White Men? Do you think he ever will come back?” And Polynesia said, “I think he will – I hope he will!” And then the crocodile grunted at them from the black mud of the river, “I’m SURE he will – Go to sleep!”