“You, a horse!”

“Oh, not a real one, of course. There are no real horses here at all. But I’m a splendid imitation of one.”

Jim gave an indignant neigh.

“Look at me!” he cried. “Behold a real horse!”

The wooden animal gave a start, and then examined the other intently.

“Is it possible that you are a Real Horse?” he murmured.

“Not only possible, but true,” replied Jim, who was gratified by the impression he had created. “It is proved by my fine points. For example, look at the long hairs on my tail, with which I can whisk away the flies.”

“The flies never trouble me,” said the Sawhorse.

“And notice my great strong teeth, with which I nibble the grass.”