One day Baby left his rooster-toy out on the grass, and there he stayed
all night.
[Illustration: THE BRAHMA DREW BACK.]
Soon after sunrise the White Brahma cock came out for a walk, and his eye
fell on the stranger. “What’s this?” said he, drawing back. He noticed
the gold spots on the stranger’s breast, and his curling green and blue
tail feathers, and his wrath rose. “I’ll curl his impudent feathers!”
said he, and flew at him prepared to tear his comb out by the roots. The
stranger did not show fight and was borne down, yet began to crow, and
gave out such a string of victorious cock-a-doodles that the White Brahma
turned and ran for his life. He did not know what Baby knew—that if you
bore the rooster-toy down hard he would cock-a-doodle six times running.
[Illustration: THE BRAHMA FLEW AT HIM.]
[Illustration: THE BRAHMA RAN.]
_John Peters._