y wanted to sit on, and the men who
collected the tickets also had to walk around on this wooden platform
while the machine was in motion. And it was in motion when the live goat
jumped on it.

There was plenty of room for "Billy" on the merry-go-round, though why
he jumped up on it I cannot say. You can hardly ever tell why a goat
does things, anyhow.

[Illustration: THE GOAT LEAPED UPON THE MOVING MERRY-GO-ROUND.

_Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue at Christmas Tree Cove._ _Page 104_]

Right up on the moving merry-go-round leaped the goat, with Bunny
clinging to the long hair of his back. The goat slid along until he came
up beside a lion, on whose back a frowsy young person was riding.

"Oh, my!" cried this girl, "one of the wooden animals has come to life."
She screamed and would have fallen from the lion, Sue thought, but for
the fact that a young man was standing beside her. He had come around to
collect her ticket and when he heard her scream and saw her sway back
and forth he grasped her.

"Sit still!" advised the ticket-taker.

"But look! Look!" cried the girl. "One of the wooden animals has come to
life! Oh, I'm so afraid! And look! He has a little boy on his back!"

The goat on which Bunny was riding was quite large, really as big as one
of the wooden goats of the merry-go-round, and, as the make-believe
creatures were painted to resemble the real animals as nearly as
possible, the sight was a surprising one.

"Nonsense!" exclaimed the young man ticket-taker. "It isn't one of the
wooden animals! It's a real goat from the ones over by the ponies. He's
alive, of course."

The frowsy girl giggled.

"And I'm alive, too!" added Bunny, his hands wound in the goat's long
hair. "But I didn't want to ride the goat up here!"

"Oh, Bunny! Bunny!" shouted Sue from the outer edge of the
merry-go-round, which she and Uncle Tad had now reached. "Look out,
Bunny, or you'll fall off!"

There was a laugh from the crowd of evening pleasure-seekers that had
gathered at the shore resort.

"I am holding on!" cried Bunny. "Whoa now, goat!" he called.

"Stop the machine!" exclaimed Uncle Tad.

"All right; we'll stop it," said the ticket-taker, who still held to the
frowsy young person on the back of the lion.

The goat seemed quiet enough now. After it had jumped up on the moving
platform, with Bunny on its back, the animal just stood there, looking
around. Perhaps it felt quite at home with the wooden horses, the