The little boy did, but there was no need to, for the little calf, once it found that the mother cow was with it, did not run any farther. The mother cow put out her red tongue and "kissed" her little calf some more. She did not seem to mind the green paint, though perhaps if she had gotten some in her mouth she might not have liked it.
"Well, anyhow," said Bunny Brown, "we have a striped zebra for our circus. And when I get some blue paint I'll paint our dog Splash, and make a tiger of him, Sue."
"Did the calf-zebra hurt you when she kicked you over, Bunny?" Sue wanted to know.
"No, hardly any. Her feet are soft, and I fell on the straw. But all the paint is spilled."
"Maybe there's a little left so Henry can finish the wheelbarrow," suggested Sue.
"I'll go and look," offered Bunny. But he did not get the chance. For just then Henry came into the barnyard.
"Have you seen my pot of green paint," he asked. "I left it—"
Then he saw the green striped calf. At first he laughed and then he said:
"Oh, this is too bad! That's one of your grandpa's best calves, and he won't like it a bit, painting him that way."
"He's a zebra," said Bunny.