“Fell down,” said Sunny calmly. “Could I have a duck to play with, Jimmie?”
“How’d you fall down?” persisted David, who usually got what he started after.
Sunny Boy was exceedingly bored by these numerous questions, and he wanted to be allowed to watch the ducks in peace. So he decided the easiest way to get rid of David and the others would be to tell them what they wanted to know.
“I’ll show you,” he said. “Come on.”
He led them out of the dairy into a little cobwebby room, and pointed up to a square opening.
“I slid through that—see?” he demanded.
“Did it hurt?”
“Course not—I fell on the hay.”
The floor was thickly covered with old, dusty hay.
“It’s the room where we used to throw down hay to feed the cows,” explained Jimmie. “They covered it over with loose boards when they put in the hay three or four years ago. But I suppose you youngsters when romping around kicked the boards to one side and the hay with it. Sunny, coasting down the side of the cave, just coasted right on through the hole and landed down here. Lucky there was hay enough on the floor to save him a bump.”