“You had better hurry,” said Bob White, who with his large family was sitting in a tree, “it’s going to be a bad night,” and the next minute he and Mrs. Bob and all the little Bobs dived headfirst into a snowbank where they would be safe and warm from the icy breath of Billy Breeze.
Hurry, hurry, Jackie Rabbit!
Bobby Tail, please hurry, too!
Or you’ll find that Billy Breeze
Will freeze you black and blue!
MRS. COW
It was lucky that before long the Bunny Brothers came to the Old Farm. Goodness knows what might have happened if they hadn’t. Before they knew where they were Billy Breeze blew them head over heels amid a cloud of snow right into the Old Cow Shed. You see, it didn’t have any door—it just leaned against the Big Red Barn, with the Hay Stack on one side and the Corn Crib on the other.
There stood Mrs. Cow chewing her cud. But she didn’t have to whisk her tail. No, sir! There wasn’t a fly anywhere!
“Helloa! What brings you two bunnies out such a day as this?” And Mrs. Cow shook her head, making the little bell on her collar go ting-a-ling!