“I’m not sure ’twas a snake, anyhow. There aren’t any poisonous snakes around here.”
“Poke it,” said Eunice. “Here’s a stick. Perhaps it’ll run out.” Franklin poked; and from the hole came the outraged, but familiar squawk of Flossy the bantam.
“How in thunder did she get in there!” Franklin exclaimed, hauling her out in spite of her angry pecks. But his question was immediately answered by Skipperty, who followed devotedly in the wake of his friend. Luella-Marie’s head followed Skip’s tail, and now the whole rabbit family was accounted for.
“I think they’d have come out before,” said Franklin, “if Flossy hadn’t stopped up the hole.”
“Do you suppose Skip took her in there?”
“He must have. She’d never have thought of it herself.”
“Franklin, why do you suppose Weejums doesn’t come home?”
“Scared of the noise, I guess. She probably heard the storm hammering around, and took it for carpenters!”
“But the noise is all over now.”
“Then she’s likely to be home for supper.”