“Somebody catch him!” cried Ben Hall.

“It would take a cowboy to do that,” spoke up Bunker Blue.  “A cowboy with a lasso!”

“I’ll catch him!  I’ll get him!” cried Bunny.  “I had a lasso that I was trying to catch the old rooster with.  I’ll lasso the calf!”

“No, little man.  You’ll not do anything of the sort!” exclaimed Mr. Brown, catching his son up in his arms.  “You’d better stay away from that calf.  It would not mean to hurt you, perhaps, but it might knock you down and step on you.”

The calf was now running back and forth, bleating and looking for some place where it could get out of the barn.  For it did not like being in a circus, though, at first, it had been quiet enough.

Splash thought it was great fun.  He ran here and there, barking loudly, and racing after the calf.  The two roosters were crowing as loudly as they could, fluttering here, there, everywhere.  One nearly perched on top of Grandma Brown’s head.

The horses could be heard neighing and stamping about in their stalls.  Perhaps they, too, wanted to join in the fun.

“Oh, dear!” cried Sue.  “I don’t like this.  Let’s go out, Bunny.”

But with the calf running back and forth in the barn, crossing this way and that, it was not easy for Bunny, Sue and the others to keep out of its way.

“I guess I’ll have to take a hand in this,” said Grandpa Brown.  He knew how to handle cows, horses and calves you see.  But there was no need for him to do anything.

Just then the hired man, who had been milking some of the cows, opened the barn door to see what all the noise meant.  He had a pail of milk in his hand, and, no sooner had the calf seen this, than the striped creature made a rush for the hired man.

“Look out!” cried Grandpa Brown.

“Come back here!” cried Sue, to the calf.

Perhaps she thought the calf would mind her, since Sue had been the make-believe wild animal trainer in the circus.  But all the green-striped calf thought of just then was the pail of milk it saw.

Right at the hired man it rushed, almost knocking him down.

“Here!  Here!  Look out!  Stop it!  That milk isn’t for you!” cried the hired man, trying to push the calf to one side.

But the calf was hungry, and it had made up its little mind that it was going to have that milk.  And it did.  Before the hired man could stop it, the calf had its nose down in the pail of nice, warm, fresh milk.

“Let him have it,” said Grandpa Brown, with a laugh.  “The milk will keep him quiet, and we folks can get out.  The circus is over; isn’t it, Bunny?”

“Oh, yes, Grandpa.  But we didn’t think the wild animals were going to get loose.  How did you like it?”

“Do you mean how did I like the wild animals getting loose?” asked Grandpa Brown, with a laugh.

“No, the circus,” answered Bunny.  “Was it good?”