see that she was not touching him. And, just then, Bunny's coat was pulled again. Certainly, this time it was not Sue.
"Why—why—what is it?" asked Bunny.
"Oh, Bunny! It's a goat! A goat is pulling your coat!" Sue cried.
"A goat!"
"Yes, look! He has hold of you now!"
Bunny turned around quickly as he felt his coat being pulled again.
"Ho! That's a sheep—not a goat!" he cried. And indeed it was an old sheep, or, rather, a ram, with queer, curling horns. And the ram had reached over a low door of the stall, next to the brown horse, and was pulling Bunny's coat.
"I thought it was a goat," said Sue.
"And I thought you were pulling my coat," laughed Bunny, "so we're even. Hello, sheep!" he called. "What do you want?"
"Ba-a-a-a-a-a!" bleated the ram.
"Maybe he's hungry," said Sue.
"Then we'll go and pull some grass for him, and we'll pull some for the horse, too," cried Bunny.
