There were two little ponies tied up in a stall, two goats beyond them, and dogs and monkeys in strong traveling cages.

I stood in the doorway and stared at them.

I was sorry for the dogs to be shut up on such a lovely evening, but I suppose their master was afraid of their getting lost, or being stolen, if he let them loose.
They all seemed very friendly.

The ponies turned around and looked at me with their gentle eyes, and then went on munching their hay.

I wondered very much where the gander was, and went a little farther into the stable.