"Oh dear! Stop it I tell you! Let go my hair! Oh, if I get hold of you
I'll make you stop! Oh dear! Jed! Jed! Where are you?"

Bunny and Sue looked at one another.

"That's Miss Winkler yelling!" said Bunny.

"But what makes her?" asked Sue.

"I don't know. We'll go and see," suggested Bunny.

Into the yard of the little red house ran the two children. Around to
the kitchen they went, and, looking in through the open door they saw a
strange sight.

Standing in front of a window was an elderly woman, wearing glasses
which, just now, hung down over one ear. But, stranger still, there was
a monkey, perched up on the pole over the window. One of the monkey's
brown, hairy paws was entangled in the lady's hair, and the monkey
seemed to be pulling hard, while the lady was screaming and trying to
reach the fuzzy creature.

"Oh, it's Wango, the monkey, and he's up to some of his tricks!" cried
Bunny.

"He'll pull out all her hair!" Sue exclaimed.

"Oh, Bunny--Sue--run for my brother! Go get Jed!" begged Miss Winkler.
"Tell him Wango is terrible! He must come at once. Wango is such a bad
monkey he won't mind me!"