Then they came upon a big flock of turkeys, and the gobbler put on airs and pretended he was going to stop them; but they flew past and laughed at him.
By the side of the road in one place, a big, fat, clean-looking pig was standing, sunning himself; but when he saw them, he ran away, squealing.
"You needn't run from us," Philip called after him; "we don't want any pork to-day—we've got chicken for our lunch."
"Yes," said Alma, "and nice, fresh strawberries, and everything good."
They saw a big dog lying near a chicken-coop, with the chickens running over him just as they pleased, and Philip called out again,"Be careful, you little fellows, or you might happen to run down his throat."
They got off their wheels and walked for a little while just for fun; and all at once, as they were passing a barn, Alma cried, "Look! Did you see that cat after the mouse?"
Philip said he didn't; but pretty soon Mrs Pussy came out.
"You didn't get it, did you?" said Alma. "Well, you're fat enough now; you don't need to catch mice."
They stopped to eat their lunch under a clump of trees not very far from a pleasant farm-house. There was a cunning little fat dog lying in front of the house, and as they watched him, up came a bee and lit on his nose.
The little doggy jumped up and barked at the bee; then he sat down and put up his nose in a friendly way, to see what it was.
"Look out, sir!" cried Philip. "You'll get hurt!"
But he spoke just a little too late, for puppy-dog found out his mistake, and the next minute he was running away and yelping at the top of his voice.
"The poor little thing!" said Alma. "Wasn't that too bad?"
"Yes," said Philip, "but he'll get over it pretty quick, and I can't help laughing, it did look so funny."
When they went back to their auntie's, they told her that was the best bicycle ride they had ever had.
—Fannie E. Ostrander.