“Hold on, I’m getting in,” barked the Yellow Dog Tramp.
“I ran all the way,” panted Busy Beaver.
“So did I,” said Chippy Chipmunk.
“Any more?” asked the Old Dog Driver.
“Yes, yes!” shouted dear Uncle Lucky. “I’m going,” and the dear old gentleman rabbit hopped out of his Luckymobile and into the Stage Coach.
“I guess everybody’s here,” said Mr. Rabbit.
“Who’s that coming across the meadows?” asked the lady bunny, looking out of the stage coach window.
“Why, bless my pink tie and horseshoe pin,” exclaimed Uncle Lucky, “it’s Goosey Lucy.”
As soon as she was aboard, the Old Dog Driver cracked his whip and away they went to Turnip City to see Uncle Lucky’s wonderful circus.
Over the bumps and over the stones,