To hear the little birdies sing?’”
And wasn’t Little Jack Rabbit surprised to hear the Willow Tree finish the song.
“Do you remember how you once hid me with your drooping branches from Danny Fox?” he asked.
And the kind willow tree answered softly: “Yes, Little Jack Rabbit.”
TWO OLD RASCALS
Danny Fox was having a very hard time of it. You see, the ground was all covered with snow and wherever he went he left his footprints. And these telltale footprints showed just where he had been. And this was just what he didn’t want people to know.
No, siree, he didn’t want the Kind Farmer to find his footprints in the Old Barn Yard. That would be a dreadful giveaway. It would certainly show that Danny Fox had been after a nice fat hen, and Danny Fox didn’t want anybody, least of all the Kind Farmer, to know that.
Yes, sir, Danny Fox was having a hard time. The door of the Henhouse was so tightly closed at night that he couldn’t push it open, and the ground frozen so hard that he couldn’t dig underneath it. Now what was Danny Fox to do?