When last seen, Doctor Dolittle and his brave band of animals were sailing off to Africa, trying to bring sad Circus Crocodile back home where he belongs. But they’ve spent six weeks on the water and everyone is beginning to wonder “are we there yet?” There will be plenty of new adventures—including a shipwreck and an unwelcome greeting from an island king—before Croc’s dream can come true.
ONCE upon a time, many years ago when our grandfathers were little children—there was a doctor; and his name was Dolittle—John Dolittle, M.D. “M.D.” means that he was a proper doctor and knew a whole lot.
He lived in a little town called, Puddleby–on–the–Marsh. All the folks, young and old, knew him well by sight. And whenever he walked down the street in his high hat everyone would say, “There goes the Doctor!—He’s a clever man.” And the dogs and the children would all run up and follow behind him; and even the crows that lived in the church–tower would caw and nod their heads.
The house he lived in, on the edge of the town, was quite small; but his garden was very large and had a wide lawn and stone seats and weeping–willows hanging over. His sister, Sarah Dolittle, was housekeeper for him; but the Doctor looked after the garden himself.