“All these rabbits shall be my fortune,” barked the dog, as he set off in hot haste after a fleeing bunny.
“And this green meadow is my fortune,” mooed the cow, as she began to crop the sweet grass.
“Who could have a better fortune than this?” croaked the raven, flying to the top of a tall tree.
So Billy Binks said “Good-by” to his friends, and left them each with his fortune. He quickly bagged the gold and jewels, threw them across the pony’s back, and mounting, hurried off homeward.
The pony smelled oats all the way, while Billy Binks saw castles and lands on all sides.
