He put on his dressing gown and slippers, and while Bunny and his sister Sue went behind the curtains to snuggle down in the bed with their mother, Mr. Brown, taking a lantern, started for the outside of the tent.
He had just reached the flaps, the ropes of which he was loosening, and Bunny and his sister were hardly in their mother's cot—a tight fit for three—when the canvas house was violently shaken and within the very tent itself sounded a loud:
"Moo! Moo!"
"Oh, it's a cow!" cried Bunny.
"And I can see it!" cried Sue, poking her head out between the curtains nearest her mother's bed. "I can see it."
"Is it an elephanty cow?" eagerly asked Bunny from his side of the cot.
"No, it's a cow with a crumpled horn—two crumpled horns—and daddy's pushing its face out of the tent," added Sue.
"Let me see!" cried Bunny, and, in spite of his mother's call to get back into bed, out he popped to stand near the curtains that hung down in front of his mother's cot.
"Yes, it's only a cow—a crumpled-horn cow," Bunny announced after he had taken a look.
"But it pushed hard enough to be an elephant, didn't it?" asked Sue.