"I wish I had a red rag," he
thought, "I could wave it at the goat and maybe scare him."
Bunny had heard his mother read from a book how bulls and turkey
gobblers do not like red rags waved at them, and Bunny thought a goat
was something like a bull. They both had horns, at any rate.
"And if I could wave a red rag at him, maybe it would make him so mad
that he'd run away and leave Sue alone," thought Bunny as he found
himself in the vacant lot with his sister.
Bunny was not quite right about the red rag, so perhaps it is just as
well he did not have one. For bulls run TOWARD a red rag, instead of
AWAY from it, and perhaps goats might do the same; though I am not sure
about this.
But, at any rate, Bunny had no red rag; and the goat, instead of running
away, was coming toward Sue, who was too frightened to move. She just
stood there, crying:
"Bunny! Oh, Bunny! Make him go away."
"I will," said her brother. "Go on away, you old goat you!" he cried.
"Go away or I'll throw a stone at you. I don't want to hurt you, but I'm
not going to let you hook my sister with your horns.
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