For a lollypop ice cream,”
shouted Little Jack Rabbit.
“Whoa!” cried the Old Dog Driver, pulling in the billy goats right in front of the little bunny. “Stand still, Butter! Quiet now, Bouncer!”
“All right, I’m in,” called out the little rabbit, looking up through the open window at the good bow-wow driver.
“Gid-ap!” shouted the Old Dog, clicking his tongue on his long white teeth, and cracking his whip over the heads of his prancing billy goats.
Away went the Billy Goat Stage Coach, rattlety bang, over the bumps and over the stones till it almost crackled the bunny boy’s bones.
Pretty soon the Old Dog Driver shouted:
“Carrot City—Next stop, Turnip Town!”
“Wait, wait!” squeaked an old lady Pig, waving a green umbrella.
“Hurry up!” growled the Old Dog, “I’m five minutes behind time.”