So, after peering carefully about to see that there were no traps near, the two guinea pig children went closer, and gazed on all sides of the turnip, and even turned it over to look on the bottom.
They couldn't see a single name, and then they came to the conclusion that the turnip didn't belong to any one in particular.
"I wonder if it would be right for us to take it home?" asked Brighteyes. "Mamma and papa would just love to have some of it."
"Why certainly, take it right along, children!" exclaimed a voice from under a burdock leaf, and then out flew the kind, old June bug.
"May we really have it?" asked Buddy.
"Of course," answered the June bug. "You see I was hiding under that leaf, thinking it was about time for me to go South, for June bugs oughtn't really to fly in July, when I heard a rumbling noise. First I thought it was thunder, and then I saw that it was a big farm wagon loaded with turnips.
"Well, one of the turnips fell off, and a boy, who was riding on the wagon, called to the man who was driving, and told him about the turnip falling. Then the man said that didn't matter, as he had more turnips than he knew what to do with. So that's how I know that you can have the turnip if you wish."
"Well, we certainly do wish!" cried Brighteyes. "Isn't it grand, Buddy? We'll take it right home."
"Yes, but how can we carry it?" asked her brother. "I don't believe we can lift it."
He went up to the big, round turnip, and tried and tried, with all his might, to lift it, but it wouldn't come up as high even as a pin head from the ground.