"I was just going to ask if you had called," said the Rabbit.

"Baa-a-a-a-a!" came again.

"It sounds like the Lamb on Wheels," said the Candy Rabbit.

"Oh, it can't be," said the Monkey. "She'd come in to see us. Who do you
suppose it is?"

"Baa-a-a-a-a!" sounded again, and then a funny black nose, followed by a
head with curving horns on it, was thrust into the tent.

"This isn't the Lamb!" cried the Monkey.

"Indeed I'm not a Lamb!" was the answer. "I'm a Billy Goat! Baa-a!
Baa-a-a-a! What's going on here?" he bleated.

"We're going to have a show," said the Monkey. "I am going to be in it,
and so is the Candy Rabbit."

"Oh, no, the Candy Rabbit isn't!" said the Goat. "He isn't going to be
in the show. He's going to be in _me_, for I am going to eat him! I am
very fond of candy, and I've been looking for some for a long time. I
wondered what was in this tent, and now I know. I saw it from over in
the vacant lots where I live. Then I came over to peep in, when I saw
that the boys and girls had gone. Yes, indeed! I like sugar, and I'm
going to eat the Candy Rabbit!"

The bad Goat, with his sharp horns, walked into the tent and over toward