Twinkleheels dropped his head, flung his hind feet into the air twice,
and galloped off. He was sorry that Johnnie Green had stopped chasing
him.

Johnnie found his father at work in the barn.

"What shall I do?" Johnnie asked him. "I can't catch Twinkleheels. I've
been trying for about an hour. And he won't let me get near enough to
him to grab him."

Farmer Green laughed.

"He's a rascal," he said. "You'll have to coax him with something to
eat. Put a few handfuls of oats in the four-quart measure and hold it up
so he can see it. Shake it, too, so he can hear the oats swishing around
in it. You'll get him that way."

Johnnie Green hastened to carry out his father's plan. And he was
smiling as he stepped through the doorway, holding the four-quart
measure and shaking it to hear the sound that the oats made inside it.
Then his father called to him.

"You'd better keep the halter behind you, when you get to the pasture,"
Farmer Green said. "If Twinkleheels saw it he might not come--oats or no
oats."

Johnnie Green chuckled.