The Tale of Jimmy Rabbit / Sleepy-TimeTales

He trundled the wheelbarrow home again
Copyright, 1916, by GROSSET & DUNLAP

Jimmy Rabbit wanted a new tail. To be sure, he already had a tail—but it was so short that he felt it was little better than none at all. Frisky Squirrel and Billy Woodchuck had fine, bushy tails; and so had all the other forest-people, except the Rabbit family.
After that, Jimmy Rabbit tried to buy a tail; but no one would sell him one. Then he set out to find one, in the hope that some day some one would forget his tail and go off and leave it lying in the woods, and not be able to remember where he left it.
In fact, Jimmy Rabbit often lurked behind trees and bushes, watching his neighbors as they took naps in the sunshine. But when they awaked and stretched themselves, and went trotting off, there was not one of them that didn't take his tail right along with him.
It was disappointing. Still, Jimmy Rabbit continued his search.
This tail, however, was so handsome that Jimmy made up his mind that he would wear it, anyhow, even though it did not match his coat. So with a bit of string which he had carried with him for weeks for that very purpose, he tied the red tail to his own short stub.
Whose tail is that? Mr. Crow finally asked.
Mine, of course! Jimmy told him.
Well, you'd better look out! said Mr. Crow. Unless that tail is bought and paid for, there's trouble ahead of you, young man.