ostriches, lions, tigers, camels, and other creatures so gaily painted
and with pieces of looking glass stuck all over them.

Slowly the merry-go-round came to a stop, and the ticket-taker, letting
go of the girl, who had not fallen from the back of the lion, hurried to
Bunny's side.

"I'll lift you off," he said.

"Thank you," answered Bunny. A moment later he was walking over to join
Sue and Uncle Tad, while a man stepped from the crowd and took charge of
the goat, which he led to the edge of the platform. The goat leaped down
and off as Bunny had done.

"I hope my goat didn't hurt you when he ran away with you," said the
man, walking up to Bunny, Sue, and Uncle Tad and leading the horned
creature.

"Oh, no, he didn't hurt me," Bunny answered. "But I didn't think he'd
run away with me just 'cause I got on his back."

"He isn't used to having boys and girls on his back unless he wears a
saddle," the man explained.

"Did you jump on the goat's back, Bunny?" asked Uncle Tad.

"Well, I didn't exactly _jump_ on," replied the little boy. "I was
leaning over, looking at him, and I sort of wanted to see how it would
feel to get on his back. And I did, and then he ran up on the
merry-go-round with me. But I held on so I wouldn't fall."

"It's a good thing you did!" declared Sue.

"How did it happen?" asked Uncle Tad.

"All I know about it is this," said the man who owned the goat. "I have
a few of these Billies and Nannies for children that don't want a
ponyback ride. But I was getting the goats ready to put in the stable
for the night, and I'd taken off the saddles. I had my back turned, and
the first I knew I heard a shout. I turned and saw this boy on Nero's
back, heading for the merry-go-round. I followed as fast as I could.
Nero is a gentle goat, but I couldn't tell what he'd do when he got
mixed up with the wooden animals," he finished.

"No," said Uncle Tad, "that's so. You did wrong, Bunny, to get on the
goat's back without asking permission."

"I--I didn't mean to," said the little boy. "When you and Sue were
looking at the glass-blower I went over to look at the ponies and the
goats. And I just sort of leaned over this goat, and, first I remember,
I was on his back and he ran away with me."

"There's no harm done," said the goat's owner, as the people in the
crowd smiled and laughed at what had happened. "Come over in the morning
and I'll let you have a regular ride on a saddle--you and your sister,