"I do not know," said the cat, "but here comes the goat. Hide, quick!"
Billy was clattering over the boards, when suddenly he saw the other goat. He looked at him a minute. "I'll show him," he said, running at the mirror with head down.
Bang! Smash! Crash! and Billy jumped back, a very much astonished goat.
"Now you have done it," said the horse, who had been watching all the time from his stall. "All the animals will get out and run away."
"What are you talking about?" said the dog, who was laughing so hard he could scarcely talk. "There are no animals in there. That is a looking-glass; you see yourself when you are in front of it."
"Do you mean to tell me that those animals have all been looking at themselves and finding fault with their own looks?" asked the horse, with his eyes nearly popping out of his head.
"Of course," said the cat. "Can't you see that Billy has smashed the looking-glass?"
"Well, that is the best I ever heard," said the horse, laughing, "but I wish I had known that was a looking-glass before Billy broke it. I should very much like to know how I look."