On the floor of the barn Mart spread a pile of
hay.
"Is that for our pony to come out and eat?" Bunny wanted to know.
"Oh, no," answered Mart. "That's to make something soft for me to fall
on, in case I slip. In the circus the performers have nets under them to
catch them in case they slip. But you can't have nets in a garage very
well, so I use the hay."
Bunny watched his friend swing to and fro, sometimes by his hands and
sometimes by his toes, on the trapeze in the barn. And Mart was so sure
and careful that he didn't slip once. So he didn't fall down on the hay.
"Did you ever fall?" asked Bunny, as he watched the young acrobat swing
to and fro, with his head down.
"Oh, yes indeed! More than once. And once I broke my leg so I couldn't
go on the stage for over a month."
"I don't want to break my leg," said Bunny.
"I hope you never do," answered Mart. "But, of course, as you aren't
going on a trapeze you won't fall and break anything."
"I wish I could go on a trapeze," murmured Bunny. "I could do some of
the things you do I guess."
"I'm afraid not," laughed Mart, with a shake of his head. "It isn't as
easy as it looks, and you are not big enough. If you do your somersaults
and part of a flipflop in the play, as you are going to do, you'll make
a hit, Bunny."
"Do you mean I'll hit the floor?" asked the little boy.
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