And if the lawn mower doesn’t run over our white poodle dog and cut off all his hair, I’ll tell you to-morrow another story about Billy Bunny and Uncle Lucky.
STORY XI—BILLY BUNNY AND THE TURKEY GOBBLER
Well, as I was saying in the last story, Billy Bunny and his good, kind Uncle Lucky said good-by to the Frog King. And the frog was very sorry to see them go, for although he was a king, his kingdom was only a frog pond.
But then, when you come to think of it, he couldn’t have his kingdom any place else, so of course he was contented, and that’s the chief thing in life, whether you’re a king or a poor man.
“Now what are we going to do?” said Uncle Lucky as he and his rabbit nephew rolled along as nicely as you please in the Luckymobile.
“Oh, just roll along,” answered the little bunny, slipping his knapsack off his shoulder and laying his striped candy cane down on the bottom of the automobile, “I’m just glad to be riding with you, dear Uncle Luck.”
And this so tickled the old gentleman rabbit that he turned to smile at Billy Bunny, and then of course he didn’t see where he was going, and the first thing you know and the first thing he knew, the Luckymobile ran right into a baker’s shop and knocked over the counter, which was full of pies and cakes.
“Oh, please excuse me!” cried kind Uncle Lucky to the bakerman, who was a big, red-faced Turkey Gobbler. But, oh, dear me! As soon as that Turkey Gobbler saw Uncle Lucky’s red tie he made a rush at the old gentleman rabbit, for turkeys, you know, get terribly mad when they see anything red, and if Uncle Lucky hadn’t jumped out of the way that Turkey Gobbler would have picked the diamond pin right out of the tie.
Yes, sir, I’m sure he would, and Uncle Lucky was very fond of his diamond pin because little Billy Bunny had given it to him, you remember, some seventeen or more stories ago.
Well, while the ugly red-faced turkey was chasing dear Uncle Lucky all around the back yard, Billy Bunny backed the automobile out of the bake shop, and after he had scraped custard pie off the cabaret and lemon pie off the left front wheel and squash pie off the right front wheel and a dozen other kinds of pie off the two front lights, Uncle Lucky came hopping around the corner of the bake shop with the ugly red-faced turkey gobbler baker close behind him.