And then something strange happened, for when she made this motion the
old rooster jumped up in the air and kicked his feet out in front,
knocking Raggedy Ann over and over.

When Raggedy Ann stopped rolling she waved her apron at the rooster and
cried, "Shoo!" but instead of "shooing," Old Ironsides upset her again.

Now, two old hens who had been watching the rooster jump at Raggedy ran
up and as one old hen placed herself before the rooster, the other old
hen caught hold of Raggedy's apron and dragged her into the
chicken-coop.

It was dark inside and Raggedy could not tell what was going on as she
felt herself being pulled up over the nests.

But, finally Raggedy could sit up, for the old hen had quit pulling her,
and as her shoe-button eyes were very good, she soon made out the shape
of the old hen in front of her.

"My! that's the hardest work I have done in a long time!" said the old
hen, when she could catch her breath. "I was afraid Mr. Rooster would
tear your dress and apron!"

"That was a queer game he was playing, Mrs. Hen," said Raggedy Ann.

The old hen chuckled 'way down in her throat, "Gracious me! He wasn't
playing a game, he was fighting you!"

"Fighting!" cried Raggedy Ann in surprise.