Her brother did not answer. He had fallen down on his face, and his
mouth was full of straw. And when he did get up he saw that the calf had
kicked open the gate of its stall, and was running around the barnyard,
all green striped and spotted.

"Moo! Moo!" cried the mother cow, when she saw her little one break out.
Then the old cow pushed very hard on the gate that shut her in. Open
went the gate, and out ran the cow to be with her little calf.

"Oh, Bunny! Look!" cried Sue. "Our circus zebra-cow will run away!"

Bunny jumped to his feet, and, leaving the overturned pot of paint
behind him, out he ran into the barnyard.

"Whoa! Whoa there, bossy-calf!" he cried.

"You don't say whoa to cows, you say that to horses!" called Sue to her
brother.

"What do you say to cows?" Bunny wanted to know.

"You call 'Co boss! Co boss! Co boss'!" answered Sue. "I know 'cause I
heard grandma call them to be milked. Call 'Co boss!' Bunny."

The little boy did, but there was no need to, for the little calf, once
it found that the mother cow was with it, did not run any farther. The
mother cow put out her red tongue and "kissed" her little calf some
more. She did not seem to mind the green paint, though perhaps if she
had gotten some in her mouth she might not have liked it.