So Rago filled his hand again with honey and ran with it to Goni.
“Thank you, Rago,” said Goni, “I wish I were as brave as you are.”
“Some day you will be,” said Rago. “You are not as old as I am, Goni.”
Rago picked up his club, because he felt safer when he carried it.
The brother and sister started back.
As they ran along they shouted, “Mother, we are coming.”
Suddenly they stopped. “Hush!” said Rago, as a little rabbit scampered across their path.
“I shall catch that rabbit for dinner.”
“Let us be very quiet, Goni, and it will come back.”