so kind. He had never experienced kind treatment in all his life. So
it was no wonder that when the little girl entered the fifth boudoir
she was followed by the parrot, the lamb, the cat and the dog, who
all stood beside her and watched her feed the peacock, which she
found strutting around and mewing like a cat for his dinner. Said
the parrot,

"I spy a peacock's eye
On every feather. I wonder why?"

The peacock soon came to love Trot as much as the other bird and all
the beasts did, and it spread its tail and strutted after her into
the next boudoir, the sixth one. As she entered this room, Trot gave
a start of fear, for a terrible roar like the roar of a lion greeted
her. But there was no lion there; a fuzzy, blue rabbit was making
all the noise. "For goodness sake keep quiet," said Trot. "Here's a
nice blue carrot for you. The color seems all wrong, but it may
taste jus' as good as if it was red."

Evidently it did taste good, for the rabbit ate it greedily. When it
was not roaring, the creature was so soft and fluffy that Trot
played with it and fondled it a long time after it had finished
eating, and the rabbit played with the cat and the dog and the lamb
and did not seem a bit afraid of the parrot or the peacock. But all
of a sudden in pounced Princess Indigo with a yell of anger.

"So this is how you waste your time, is it?" exclaimed the Princess,
and grabbing Trot's arm, she jerked the girl to her feet and began
pushing her from the room. All the pets began to follow her, and
seeing this, Indigo yelled at them to keep back. As they paid no