"Hide me! Save me!" he cried. "Farmer's Trust is after me."
"Creep round behind the hedge," said the burdock; "then I'll hide you."
"You don't look to me as if you were cut out for that job," said the hare; "but beggars can't be choosers."
And then he hid behind the hedge.
"Now, in return, you might take some of my seeds to the fields with you," said the burdock; and she broke off some of her many burs and scattered them over the hare.
Soon after, Trust came running along the hedge.
"Here's the dog!" whispered the burdock; and, with a bound, the hare leapt over the hedge into the rye.
"Have you seen the hare?" asked Trust. "I can see that I'm too old for hunting. One of my eyes is quite blind and my nose can no longer find the scent."
"I have seen him," replied the burdock, "and, if you will do me a service, I will show you where he is."
Trust agreed and the burdock struck some of her burs in his back and said: