As the lamb grew big and strong he got very frisky, too. He found out that when he ran at things with his hard little head down and bunted them, the things would fall down. He thought that was funny, so he bunted everything. In the house he bunted over chairs and the shovel and tongs, and nobody dared set a bucket or tub on the floor. Outdoors, he ran at the hens and chicks, to see them flutter and scream. Once he bunted little Aunt Hannah's cat—but she didn't fall down; she stood up and cuffed him with her paw, and scratched him! But Mary fell down when he bunted her, and so did Hannah, although they were bigger than the cat. One night he ran at Mary's father, bringing in the pail, and spilled all the milk over his boots. Then Mary's father said if the lamb didn't stop bunting he must be tied up. So Mary tried to teach him better, but he didn't understand it was naughty, and kept right on bunting. At last one day, he bunted the cow which was tied to the fence by a long rope. Now Bossy liked to bunt, too; so when the lamb ran at her she put her head down and ran at him! And she was the biggest, so it was the little lamb himself that fell down that time! First he flew right over the fence and fell on his head,—then he rolled over and over into the duck- pond. All the ducks began to flap their wings and quack, and the big gray goose hissed at him and chased him. The poor naughty little lamb was so frightened that he ran to Mary, all wet and muddy, and hid his head in her dress. After that, he didn't bunt things any more!
How they played hide and seek.
