“Here comes somebody else!” Fatty Coon exclaimed suddenly. His keen eyes had caught sight of Jimmy Rabbit, hopping along on his way to the vegetable garden, to see if he couldn’t find a stray cabbage or a turnip.
Solomon Owl called to him. Whereupon, Jimmy Rabbit promptly sat up and looked at the odd trio. If it hadn’t been for Tommy Fox he would have drawn nearer.
“Do you know that stranger?” Solomon Owl asked him, pointing out the horrible head to Jimmy.
“I haven’t the pleasure,” said Jimmy Rabbit, after he had taken a good look.
“Well,” said Solomon, “won’t you kindly speak to him; and ask him to go away?”
“Certainly!” answered Jimmy Rabbit, who always tried to be obliging.
“I hope the stranger won’t eat him,” remarked Tommy Fox, “because I hope to do that some day, myself.”
It was queer—but Jimmy Rabbit was the only one of the four that wasn’t afraid of those glaring features. He hopped straight up to the big round head, which was just a bit higher than one of the fence posts, against which the stranger seemed to be leaning. And after a moment or two Jimmy Rabbit called to Solomon and Fatty and Tommy Fox:
“He won’t go away! He’s going to stay right where he is!”
“Come here a minute!” said Tommy.