The old horse--I mean the trained elephant from Venezuela--was there all right enough.

The dogs we had beaten and tied up after the first act, when the intrepid sheep bounded, as it says in the programme.

The two white pigs were there, but the donkey was gone.
We heard his hoofs down the road, growing fainter and fainter, in the direction of the 'Rose and Crown'.

And just round the gatepost we saw a flash of red and white and blue and black that told us, with dumb signification, that the pig was off in exactly the opposite direction.
Why couldn't they have gone the same way?
But no, one was a pig and the other was a donkey, as Denny said afterwards.
Daisy and H.O.started after the donkey; the rest of us, with one accord, pursued the pig--I don't know why.

It trotted quietly down the road; it looked very black against the white road, and the ends on the top, where the Union Jack was tied, bobbed brightly as it trotted.