Then he caught sight of the yellow cat, and scurried toward her, thinking perhaps it was her fault there were no carrots.

She fluffed her tail, gave a yowl of indignation, and raced into the barn.

Neither the white dog, nor the Boy, nor the one-eyed gander was anywhere in sight.
"Young Grumpy decided that it was a poor place, the barnyard.

He was on the point of turning back to the green abundance of the garden, when a curious clucking sound attracted his attention.

At the other side of the yard he saw a red hen in a coop.