"Good morning," replied the little rabbit. "I'm sorry, but I'm in a dreadful hurry," and he hopped away so fast that he left his shadow a mile behind him.
"Gracious me!" exclaimed Old Mother Magpie. "That bunny doesn't like me very much I guess."
"Yes, you don't have to guess again," cried a voice, and Parson Crow cawed and hawed, and this made the old lady magpie so angry that she flew away to tell Barney Owl that she was a very much abused person.
But here we are at the end of this book, and so we will have to jump to the next, which I will call, "BILLY BUNNY AND UNCLE LUCKY LEFTHINDFOOT."