Both children laughed in glee.
"Are you going to paint both sides of the calf, Bunny?"
"I am if I can reach. Maybe I can't. Anyhow, a zebra ought to be painted
on both sides. Not like we're going to do our dog Splash; only on one
side, to make a pretend blue-striped tiger of him."
Sue seemed to be thinking of something.
"Doesn't he look nice?" asked Bunny of his sister. "Isn't he going to be
a fine zebra?"
He stood back from the box-stall where the calf was kept, so Sue could
see how the little animal looked.
"Doesn't he look pretty, Sue? Just like a circus zebra, only of course
they're not green. But isn't he nice?"
"Yes," said Sue, "he is pretty."
The calf, after jumping around some when Bunny first put the paint on,
was now standing very still, as though he liked it. Of course the calf
did not know that the paint would not wear off for a long time. Then,
too, the cow mother had put her head over from the next stall, where she
was tied, and she was rubbing her big red tongue on the calf's head. The
calf liked its cow mother to rub it this way, and maybe that is why the
little calf stood still.
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