"'Tisn't his elbow," said Sue. "That isn't!"
"What is it then?"
"It's his—his knee!"
"Well, it would be his elbow if his front legs were arms," insisted Bunny. "And, anyhow, there's a fly!"
Surely enough, there was a fly on Toby's leg, and it was out of reach of his tail, long as that was.
"How'll he get the fly off?" asked Sue.
"Let's watch and see," suggested Bunny.
They did not have long to wait. Pretty soon the fly began to bite, as flies always do when they get on horses or ponies. But the fly did not bite very long, for Toby stretched his leg out a little way in front of him, where he could reach it more easily, and then he leaned down his head and with his nose drove the fly away.
"Oh, look!" cried Bunny. "He's scratching the itchy place with his nose!"
And that is just what Toby was doing. When he found that his tail would not reach the biting fly he drove the insect off another way.