Out with its hind legs it kicked, and, as Bunny happened to be stooping down, just then, near the calf's feet, the little boy was kicked over. Right over he went, spilling some of the paint on himself, but the most of it, I am glad to say, went on the straw in the calf's box-stall.
"Oh, Bunny!" cried Sue. "Oh, Bunny Brown!"
Her brother did not answer. He had fallen down on his face, and his mouth was full of straw. And when he did get up he saw that the calf had kicked open the gate of its stall, and was running around the barnyard, all green striped and spotted.
"Moo! Moo!" cried the mother cow, when she saw her little one break out. Then the old cow pushed very hard on the gate that shut her in. Open went the gate, and out ran the cow to be with her little calf.
"Oh, Bunny! Look!" cried Sue. "Our circus zebra-cow will run away!"
Bunny jumped to his feet, and, leaving the overturned pot of paint behind him, out he ran into the barnyard.
"Whoa! Whoa there, bossy-calf!" he cried.
"You don't say whoa to cows, you say that to horses!" called Sue to her brother.
"What do you say to cows?" Bunny wanted to know.
"You call 'Co boss! Co boss! Co boss'!" answered Sue. "I know 'cause I heard grandma call them to be milked. Call 'Co boss!' Bunny."