Little Warhorse 
“ All right, Mick; if he gets across thirteen 
times you can ship him back to his native land,” 
was the reply. 
“Shure now, an’ won’t you make it tin, 
sor?” 
“No, no; I need him to take the conceit out 
of some of the new Dogs that are coming.” 
“Thirteen toimes and he is free, sor; it’s a 
bargain.” 
A new lot of Rabbits arrived about this time, 
and one of these was colored much like Little 
Warhorse. He had no such speed, but to pre- 
vent mistakes Mickey caught his favorite by 
driving him into one of the padded shipping- 
boxes, and proceeded with the gate-keeper’s 
punch to earmark him. The punch was sharp; 
a clear star was cut out of the thin flap, when 
Mickey exclaimed: “ Faix, an’ Oi’ll punch for 
ivery toime ye cross the coorse.’”’ So he cut six 
stars in a row. ‘Thayer now, Warrhorrse, 
shure it ’s a free Rabbit ye ’ll be when ye have 
yer thirteen stars loike our flag of liberty hed 
when we got free.”’ 
Within a week the Warhorse had vanquished 
the new Greyhounds and had stars enough to 
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