"Shoo! Shoo!" cried the little girl, and she tried to drive the rooster over toward Bunny, so he could lasso the big crowing bird.
But the rooster was not going to be caught as easily as that. He ran to one side, around the rose bush and off toward the garden.
"Get him, Bunny! Get him!" cried Sue.
"I will!" shouted the little make-believe cowboy. After the rooster he ran, swinging his lasso. "Whoa there! Whoa!" called Bunny.
"Shoo! Shoo!" exclaimed Sue.
"No—no! Don't do that!" begged Bunny.
"Don't do what?" Sue asked.
"Don't shoo him that way. That makes him run. I want him to stand still so I can catch him."
"But you said cowboys catched things when they were running, like this rooster is," objected Sue.
"Yes," agreed Bunny, "but I haven't been a cowboy very long you see. I want the rooster to stand still so I can lasso him. So don't shoo him—just whoa him!"