lephant in the procession.

Calves (several) to be camels, and to stand on tubs.

Daisy ought to have been captain because it was partly her idea, but she
let Oswald be, because she is of a retiring character. Oswald said:

"The first thing is to get all the creatures together; the paddock at
the side of the orchard is the very place, because the hedge is good all
round. When we've got the performers all there we'll make a programme,
and then dress for our parts. It's a pity there won't be any audience
but the turkeys."

We took the animals in their right order, according to Denny's list. The
bull was the first. He is black. He does not live in the cow-house with
the other horned people; he has a house all to himself two fields away.
Oswald and Alice went to fetch him. They took a halter to lead the bull
by, and a whip, not to hurt the bull with, but just to make him mind.

The others were to try to get one of the horses while we were gone.

Oswald, as usual, was full of bright ideas.

"I dare say," he said, "the bull will be shy at first, and he'll have to
be goaded into the arena."

"But goads hurt," Alice said.

"They don't hurt the bull," Oswald said; "his powerful hide is too
thick."

"Then why does he attend to it," Alice asked, "if it doesn't hurt?"

"Properly brought-up bulls attend because they know they ought," Oswald
said. "I think I shall ride the bull," the brave boy went on. "A
bull-fight, where an intrepid rider appears on the bull, sharing its
joys and sorrows. It would be something quite new."

"You can't ride bulls," Alice said; "at least, not if their backs are
sharp like cows."

But Oswald thought he could. The bull lives in a house made of wood and
prickly furze-bushes, and he has a yard to his house. You cannot climb
on the roof of his house at all comfortably.

When we got there he was half in his house and half out in his yard, and
he was swinging his tail because of the flies which bothered. It was a
very hot day.

"You'll see," Alice said, "he won't want a goad. He'll be so glad to get
out for a walk he'll drop his head in my hand like a tame fawn, and
follow me lovingly all the way."

Oswald called to him. He said, "Bull! Bull! Bull! Bull!" because we did
not know the animal's real name. The bull took no notice; then Oswald
picked up a stone and threw it at the bull, not angrily, but just to
make it pay attention. But the bull did not pay a farthing's worth of
it. So t