Once in a while the Shetland pony
had a stubborn streak, and this was one of those times.
"Get over! Get over there!" cried Bunny, pulling on the reins.
But instead of swinging to the right Toby turned to the left, and down
the street, clanging and thundering came the fire engine.
"Get out the way!"
"Look at those children!"
"Pull over! Pull over!" cried people along the sidewalk.
One or two men ran out to grasp the bridle of Toby and swing him over,
for it seemed that all Bunny was doing had no effect. But before any of
the men could reach the pony Bunker Blue came dashing along. He was on
his way to the Brown house to cut the grass, and he saw the danger of
Bunny and Sue.
"What's the matter with you, Toby? What's the matter?" cried Bunker
Blue. The Shetland pony seemed to know the fish boy's voice, for he
allowed himself to be swung over to the curb and out of danger just
before the fire engine dashed by.
"Oh dear!" sighed Sue.
"Pooh! That wasn't anything!" declared Bunny Brown. "I could have got
him over.
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