“Let’s look under the hay again,” suggested Charlie.
“Here’s a place where we didn’t look very well,” said George, and he pointed to a heap of hay near a small outside door of the barn, close to the ground. Mr. Brown had had this door made when he kept a cow, and it was opened when he wanted to take hay out of the barn for the cow, and did not want to open the big doors. This door was open now, swinging to and fro in the wind.
As this heap of hay had been forgotten and not turned over in the other search, Mrs. Brown thought perhaps Sue might be under it, having fallen asleep, not hearing the calls that were given.
Bunny and his chums tossed this hay aside with their hands. They had not gone down very far in it when, all of a sudden, something moved under the pile of dried grass fodder.
“Oh, she’s here! She’s here!” cried Bunny.
But when a little more of the hay had been pushed aside, instead of seeing Sue Brown, her mother and the boys saw the queer, wizened face of Mr. Winkler’s monkey, whose name was Wango.
“Oh, look!” cried Charlie.
“It isn’t Sue at all!” gasped Bunny.
“Unless she’s turned into a monkey,” added Harry, who was fond of reading fairy stories.
“She couldn’t turn into this monkey, ’cause he’s Mr. Winkler’s Wango,” said Bunny.