And, goodness me. Little Jack Sprite and the tiny elf were so frightened that they almost forgot to blow their policeman whistles. And I guess they would have if a little round-eyed owl hadn't tooted:
"Blow your whistles quick I say,
And frighten this Rabbit Giant away!"
Goodness me, again! Then how they did blow their whistles, and the Giant almost jumped through his collar, and before you could say Jack Robinson, ran back to his castle and climbed into his big folding bed.
"Now I guess our Shady Forest will be as quiet as Philadelphia," said the tiny elf. And little Jack Sprite said, "Maybe he has left one Jack-in-the-pulpit flower in which I can make my home." Then they both came out from their hiding places and before very long, just a little while, Jack found a Jack-in-the-pulpit flower. So he was all right and as happy as could be, and as the little elf had a home in a big oak tree, he said good-by and ran away just as the little Red Rooster began to crow.
THE OLD WITCH
"Come, let's go for a ride in the Bunnymobile," said Uncle John Hare.
"The wind is blowing from the west,
And I've got on my new pink vest,
We'll go through Fairy Land, I guess,
Maybe a thousand miles or less."
And the old gentleman bunny curled his whiskers and winked at Mrs. Daisy Duck, his old lady housekeeper.
"Well, be sure and get back in time for supper," she said as he and Little Jack Rabbit hopped into the Bunnymobile and rode away.