. . . chafed at his bit. He worked with Old Tom, a kindly clown at Happy Days Circus. Though audiences admired his nimble dancing, the horse grew sick and tired of circus dust. He longed for freedom. But he found after he ran away that pastures belong to farmers. They would give him no oats if he would not pull their carts, so the proud circus horse pulled plows and carts to earn his food. Then a bandit heard of his speed, stole him and rubbed him with soot for midnight rides. When the bandit was felled the proud circus horse appreciated at last the good home he had with Old Tom at Happy Days Circus and found his way back posthaste.