The cat began to mew.

The turkey began to gobble.

The rooster began to crow.

The hen began to cackle.

And they all made such a noise that the creature, whoever he was, was
so frightened that he ran away as fast as his legs could carry him,
never even once stopping to look back.

Soon Billy Bobtail and his friends came to a clearing--a place in the
wood where the trees had all been cut away. Right in the middle of
this clearing stood a little house.

"What a fine place for us to stay in all night," said Billy Bobtail,
for it was now almost dark.

"But suppose the people are not friendly?" said the bull, thinking of
the savage creature that they had just frightened away.

"I will go and peep in at the window and find out," said the cat. "I
can walk softly on my four cushions, and with my green eyes I can see
in the dark."

So the cat crept to the window of the little house, and peeped in.
Soon she came back and said, "There is no one at home, and it does not
look as if anyone had lived here for a long, long time."