All of a sudden a wicked look came into the creature's eyes.

He turned around, and kicked up his heels at his master, he pushed over the table and chairs, and knocked down a blackboard where he had been rubbing out figures with a sponge held in his mouth.

The Italian pretended to be cross, and said, 'Come, come; this won't do,' and he called the other pony to him, and told him to take that troublesome fellow off the stage.

The second one nosed Diamond, and pushed him about, finally bit him by the ear, and led him squealing off the stage.

The gander followed, gabbling as fast as he could, and there was a regular roar of applause.
"After that, there were ladders brought in, Joe, and dogs came on; not thoroughbreds, but curs something like you.