“We’d better look out,” said Timmy Meadowmouse with a shiver. “Maybe the Farmer’s Boy will come after us.”
“You’re too small,” said Little Jack Rabbit, “but I’ll take good care he doesn’t see me, on the Sunny Meadow.”
Just then another shot was heard. “Goodness me!” said the little rabbit, “maybe this time he’s killed Danny Fox!”
“No, but he almost hit me!” cried Mr. Rabbit, popping into the Old Bramble Patch.
“You and the boys had better come inside,” said Mrs. Rabbit nervously from the front door. “Brother Bobby Tail has just hopped into the kitchen in a great hurry. He says the Farmer’s Boy is shooting at everything he sees.”
BANG, BANG, BANG!
“I declare, I think it’s going to snow again,” said Mr. Rabbit, looking out of the back door.
Mr. Rabbit was right. Father Storm’s two small sons, Snow Flake and Snow Drop, were flying here and there. Soon their little comrades by the million were hurrying down from the gray sky, from which, only a few hours before, Mr. Merry Sun was smiling. Over the Sunny Meadow they came, along the Bubbling Brook, where Miss Pussy Willow stood looking very cold and uncomfortable.
“Let’s give her a warm muff!” shouted the Snow Flake Brothers, and in a few minutes her little hands were warm again.