"Well, anyhow," said Bunny Brown, "we have a striped zebra for our
circus. And when I get some blue paint I'll paint our dog Splash, and
make a tiger of him, Sue."

"Did the calf-zebra hurt you when she kicked you over, Bunny?" Sue
wanted to know.

"No, hardly any. Her feet are soft, and I fell on the straw. But all the
paint is spilled."

"Maybe there's a little left so Henry can finish the wheelbarrow,"
suggested Sue.

"I'll go and look," offered Bunny. But he did not get the chance. For
just then Henry came into the barnyard.

"Have you seen my pot of green paint," he asked. "I left it--"

Then he saw the green striped calf. At first he laughed and then he
said:

"Oh, this is too bad! That's one of your grandpa's best calves, and he
won't like it a bit, painting him that way."

"He's a zebra," said Bunny.

"No matter what he is," and Henry shook his head, "it's too bad. I
shouldn't have left the paint where you could get it. I'll have to tell
Mr. Brown."