He didn’t care if the ashes got all over his beautiful long bushy tail. No indeed. He didn’t care about that. All he thought of was how to catch poor Little Jack Rabbit.
A TIGHT PLACE
Little Jack Rabbit certainly was in a fix. Here he was up in the chimney with Danny Fox waiting for him down below. If there had only been a ladder inside that chimney he could have climbed up to the top. But there wasn’t, so all he could do was to sit on the little ledge of bricks that extended around the inside a few feet above the hearth.
At last Danny Fox said, “You might just as well come down. If you don’t, I’ll build a fire and smoke you out.”
“Where will you get the wood?” asked the little rabbit.
“I don’t need any. I’ll burn up the popcorn box.”
This made the little rabbit dreadfully nervous. Yes, indeed.
“Are you coming down?” asked Danny Fox, with a growl.