But Trouble had his own ways of having fun. He often watched Teddy throwing the lasso, and one afternoon, when Ted had finished with his rope and left it lying on a bench near the house, Trouble picked up the noose.
"Me lasso, too," he said to himself.
Just what he did no one knew, but not long after Teddy had laid aside the lariat, as the lasso is sometimes called, loud squawks, crowings and cackles from the chicken yard were heard.
"What in the world can be the matter with my hens?" cried Aunt Millie.
Ted and Janet ran out to see. What they saw made them want to laugh, but they did not like to do it.
Trouble had lassoed the big rooster!
CHAPTER XII
THE BUCKING BRONCO
With a small rope around the neck of the crowing rooster—which could not crow as loudly as it had before, because it was nearly choked—Trouble was dragging the fowl along after him as he ran across the yard.