And they all made such a noise that the creature, whoever he was, was so frightened that he ran away as fast as his legs could carry him, never even once stopping to look back.
Soon Billy Bobtail and his friends came to a clearing—a place in the wood where the trees had all been cut away. Right in the middle of this clearing stood a little house.
"What a fine place for us to stay in all night," said Billy Bobtail, for it was now almost dark.
"But suppose the people are not friendly?" said the bull, thinking of the savage creature that they had just frightened away.
"I will go and peep in at the window and find out," said the cat. "I can walk softly on my four cushions, and with my green eyes I can see in the dark."
So the cat crept to the window of the little house, and peeped in. Soon she came back and said, "There is no one at home, and it does not look as if anyone had lived here for a long, long time."
When Billy Bobtail and his friends went inside the little house they found it very comfortable.
"Hurrah! I shall sleep in the bed," said Billy Bobtail.
"Bow, wow, wow! I shall sleep under the bed," said the dog, "and guard my master."
"Wee, wee!" said the pig, "I shall sleep in the oven where it is nice and warm."