THE TUNNEL
“I don’t see him anywhere,” whispered Timmy Meadowmouse.
“That doesn’t prove anything,” replied Little Jack Rabbit. “He may be hiding some place where we can’t see him.”
“Don’t you think I might run over the Sunny Meadow and look for the entrance to my tunnel?”
“No sir-e-e!” answered the little rabbit. “Suppose Danny Fox waited until you had gone quite a way and then ran in between you and the Old Bramble Patch. What would you do then?”
“Oh, don’t talk about it,” replied the little meadowmouse with a shiver. “But how am I to get back to my little house?”
“Begin a tunnel from here,” answered Little Jack Rabbit. “I’ll keep a bright lookout. If I see Danny Fox, you turn around and come back here.”
“All right,” said Timmy Meadowmouse, and in a few minutes he had burrowed down into the snow.
“Don’t go too far at first,” advised Little Jack Rabbit. “You might not be able to get back in time.”