While they were going on in this way, the pony trotted back on the stage; and they all flew at him and pulled off their daughter from his back, and laughed and chattered, and boxed her ears, and took off her white veil and her satin dress, and put on an old brown thing, and some of them seized the dog, and kicked his hat, and broke his cane, and stripped his clothes off, and threw them in a corner, and bound his legs with cords.

A goat came on, harnessed to a little cart and they threw the dog in it, and wheeled him around the stage a few times.

Then they took him out and tied him to a hook in the wall, and the goat ran off the stage, and the monkeys ran to one side, and one of them pulled out a little revolver, pointed it at the dog, fired, and he dropped down as if he was dead.
"The monkeys stood looking at him, and then there was the most awful hullabaloo you ever beard.

Such a barking and yelping, and half a dozen dogs rushed on the stage, and didn't they trundle those monkeys about.
They nosed them, and pushed them, and shook them, till they all ran away, all but Miss Green, who sat shivering in a corner.

After a while, she crept up to the dead dog, pawed him a little, and didn't he jump up as much alive as any of them?
Everybody in the room clapped and shouted, and then the curtain dropped, and the thing was over.