“Do you know where my Uncle Lucky lives——Mr. Lucky Lefthindfoot?” he asked.
“To be sure,” replied the mooley cow. “He lives over yonder,” and she pointed across the meadow. “Hop under the fence, little rabbit, and then hop across the meadow, over the daisies and buttercups, and you’ll find the place, never fear.”
So the little rabbit did as she told him, and when he came to the fence on the other side he saw his uncle’s house not very far away. But, oh, dear me! The fence was not at all like the fence on the other side. There wasn’t any room between the woven wires to crawl through, and so Billy Bunny didn’t know what to do.
But he didn’t wonder very long. No, sireemam. He started right in to dig a tunnel under that wire fence, and pretty soon he was on the other side, hopping away toward Uncle Lucky’s house, and in about five hundred and a half hops, skips and jumps he came to the front gate.
And there on the porch sat the kind old gentleman rabbit, with the big diamond pin which his nephew had given him shining like a star in his red tie. And in to-morrow’s story I’ll tell you what a good time the little rabbit had at his uncle’s house.
STORY XXVII—BILLY BUNNY AND THE THEATER PLAY
As Billy Bunny hopped up the steps of Uncle Lucky’s house, the old gentleman rabbit, who was lying in the hammock, as I told you in the last story, jumped up and said, “I’m glad to see you. Where have you been all this time?”
And then when he saw the beautiful ruby scarfpin in the little rabbit’s tie—the ruby pin which the King of the Windy Cave had given Billy Bunny, you remember—he said: “And where did you get that mag-nif-i-cent pin?”
And of course the little rabbit told the old gentleman rabbit all about it, and when he finished the story it was time for supper. So Uncle Lucky opened the screen door just a little so that the flies wouldn’t get in, and he and Billy Bunny squeezed through the crack and went into the dining room.
Well, after supper was over, they decided to go down to the village and see if there was a show at the Opera House that night. And sure enough there was, and the name of the play was “The Tortoise and the Hare.”