“Do you hear what they all say?” asked the Policeman Dog.
“Yes,” whined Danny Fox, and away he ran as soon as the Policeman Dog took off the handcuffs.
“Perhaps he’ll behave for a while,” said the Old Red Rooster, flying down from the hayloft. “But it’s lucky for Little Jack Rabbit that I could call you all on the wireless. Maybe that isn’t a wonderful invention.”
“Come in and have some carrot cake and turnip tea,” begged Lady Love, hopping out on the kitchen porch.
Pretty soon as they all sat around the table having a fine feast, the Yellow Tramp Dog stood up on his hind legs and barked, oh, so softly:
“I’d go back to my boyhood day
If I only knew the by-gone way.
But I have changed since the Long Ago,
With the summer wind and the winter snow,
And my feet just miss the dear old lane